Of Waterdeep and Worry

24,994 Words Written for NaNoWriMo

13,292 Days Alive

808 Days Straight on Duolingo

Man, I’m so worried something is going to go pear-shaped for my trip home.

I’m trying not to worry, but it’s like, well, my anxiety is being an asshole. I’m already packed, but for a few last minute things: a spare bra and my favorite cardigan.

I’m looking forward to seeing Papa Ben and Papa Tom. It’s been two years and I miss them terribly. But soon. Soon I will be home. And it will be wonderful.

I have to start buckling down and budgeting properly for the move to wherever it is going to be next. With Fen leaving the state and rent prices rising, I don’t know if I can afford Tampa proper. Might have to move out to Brandon, or farther! Time will tell.

Anxiety is off the scale. But depression is okay? I gamed with J, Bill6, and our friends Britt and Jason this evening. It was fun! I even got video chat to work on my computer.

I’m a little lonely, somehow. Constantly touch deprived. Maybe I can fix that before the new year? Things have been going well with Cleo. Maybe we’ll cuddle! And I’d love to road trip up to see Linna.

Anyway, I’ve made my words and made my bed. I’m going to sleep.

Take your meds, folks.

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