Anxious. Unsettled. Though J is confident we'll able to find an affordable place before I have to be back in my apartment I have my doubts. But, LOL, that doesn't mean she isn't determined to try and prove me wrong. My son is more cautiously optimistic. He doesn't think we'll be able to pull things off that quickly but is confident we'll find something affordable before my lease is up. That's in October so the race is on. He's gently encouraging me to try and keep as many things packed once I move back in as I can so we won't have to go through the hard work of boxing everything up again. I will, I don't want to make unnecessary work. Well I suppose it's things like this that anti-anxiety meds are for and why I've been prescribed them. Now how to avoid downing them like Tic Tacs.
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