I've been kinda bummed the past week or so, as Melissa's been prepping to move out. Sunday was her last night, and now I'm housesitting, which is kinda nice, actually, to be out of the apartment whilst things are in flux. With "home" being so much in the air for me in advance of my trip, I'm a little cranky about having things stirred up in the apartment, but it's only 3 months, so I'm sure I'll live.
I've also decided that I need to find a group of friends who are less kid oriented. It's weird to feel like I'm actively looking for a "type" of person, rather than just getting to know the people who come into my life more organically, but I think it's unhealthy for me not to be supporting that side of myself.
Mmm. Transition.
