Done. Moved. Officially. Thanks to Michele and Joe and Katie for the help because otherwise I was on my own. I felt like Large Marge driving that huge truck.  I felt a little bit of justice standing there while the worst roommate ever counted out my money before giving it back to me.  Today I feel soreness in every muscle in my body. Last night I felt like I was at a place I could call home.

Now I guess I can talk about it, eh? I’ll spare the details, let me just say this: my roommate(well, now ex-roommate) forged a letter from the landlord because he didn’t like my cat. Although he let me move in knowing I had a kitty–the sweetest kitty in the world may I add. He went through all the trouble to forge a letter instead of just expressing how he felt to me. Weird, right? Drama ensued and instead of getting me the landlord’s number, he drove away. Everyone said it sounded like a Homer Simpson move. And it did. Only a cartoon could do something so erratic.

Follow this up with having to crash on friend’s couches and futons for the past week because I didn’t feel safe staying at the loft anymore. My ex-roommate continued to harass me via text and voicemail, and lie and lie and lie.  I had to take Abacus(my kitty) to Brad’s house for the week and I really didn’t want to have to do that, but my options were null at best.  But I get her back tonight–this is the longest I’ve been apart from my cat since she first came into my life when she was 7 wks old. Maybe not a big deal for you non-pet owners, but her company provides me with so much. I’ve missed her terribly.

This experience threw a giant stick in my spokes as far as momentum goes. I leaned my shoulder into work because work was the only thing making sense. Then work became more hectic by the minute, and I had to remind myself–you can’t push it all into one thing, because that one thing will buckle under the pressure. My grip found the end of the rope though, and I held on. My sanity depended on my survival, and my survival? Depended on my sanity. I had to hang in.

 And now! And now indeed. I can get back to life. I can get back to creating and sleeping better(last night I clocked in 11 hours though I think that was partially due to major exhaustion from the move and a lot of going out/hanging).

One foot in front of the other.