So, remember when I said that I had a sugar daddy who was going to keep me in my lovely apartment during the upcoming three years of school? Well, I still do have a sugar daddy, but the sugar daddy has had some second thoughts, and it turns out that it is no longer desirable for me to stay in my sweet, wonderful apartment.
Oh, don't worry. I'm not getting turfed onto the street or anything. But it looks like I have to move, probably soon.
So, instead of feeling all cozy here now, I find myself looking around at the life I've collected and just seeing stuff I need to pack. And it doesn't quite feel like home here any more.