Life has been one mass ball of chaos lately. Sure, school is out, so I'm off for the summer, but I am still taking grad school classes, so I've definitely stayed busy. Plus, there are so many random things going on, so I don't really feel like I've had a whole lot of time to recuperate.
I had a near-meltdown recently, and I'm not sure how to explain it—well, other than my indecisive impulsiveness. I've been living in this city on my own for about two years now, and for some reason I decided this isn't where I belong. At first I thought maybe I should live somewhere in between here and grad school, which would also put me closer to my running group. I also chalked it up to me being up in the city where I only have a few friends, and they are usually busy with their own lives, anyway.
I think I was just having a rough day.
But that rough day didn't do much good for me. I turned in my 60-day move-out notice to my apartment complex (my lease was set to expire at the end of July, anyway), and went apartment hunting elsewhere. I found that many places are much more expensive, and none of the places where I searched made me feel safe. I feel really safe where I am now. I was beginning to get an enormous headache.
After talking with my parents and then thinking things through fully, I came to the conclusion that I truly enjoy where I am now in terms of living place. So, the next day I called my apartment and asked the lady to rip up the move-out notice and that I would be staying.
Why do I always do things to make situations more complicated than they should be?
Maybe one of these days I will actually start acting like an adult. Or does anyone really know how to do that?
