The last of my things

I moved the last of my things from my parent's house to mine today. That was during the painful migraine and sore throat I had been enduring throughout the weekend.

I still find it wierd to wake up in this place without anyone else in it. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, startled and disorientated. It takes a second of two to remember that I don't live with my family anymore, even though I wake up from dreaming I'm at that house.

In time, that will pass and my dreams will once again align with my current (and new) home.

I meant to take pictures today, only to mess my house up with more boxes and trash. Just when I clean it up, I unpack more and more and have to sort out the clutter.