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The Move

Today is moving day.  I started to move things yesterday to my new place in San Niccolò, and found when I arrived that my new room was filthy.  I spent a lot of time cleaning, but there is still work to be done.  I don’t know how long it’s going to take before I feel comfortable there.  And to add to the lack of comfort, I am sad.  Moving out of the place I’ve stayed in for months is one thing, but moving away from Cazzatore is quite another.  He has found a new place as well, much farther from the city center than was desirable, but it was too good of a deal to pass up.  And I don’t know what this means for “us”.  My stomach is in knots and I am close to tears.  So much change at once is a scary, scary thing.  I will actually be on my own.

I have to remind myself that change is always scary though it usually works out for the better.  It’s strange how a person can adapt to new situations so quickly.  I’m counting on this ability to help get me through it.  I need to get a job though, for not only financial reasons, but also to occupy me while my thoughts are a hurricane of change, loss and new horizons.  I think this would be a lot easier if it wasn’t winter.  I’m already a little bit blue in the winter, and having to change my life around again and live with strangers is certainly not helping.
I’m pretty sure that I will end up okay.  But I have to keep reminding myself of this so that I won’t break down.  After all, change is good for me, right?
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