...that I'm moving.
I have a gawdawful dream last night...before falling asleep I was fretting about the photos and cards and stuff still on my walls, and then I dreamed that it was Friday and the van man lugged everything into his van and I was wailing about my photos on the wall and he was dragging me by my arm.
And I am packing ahead of time anyway considering I'm not moving til Friday afternoon...but better early than late, no?
And the waiting is over and the prayers' answered...and I'm so grateful, so so grateful.
One problem over. This time next week I'd have finished my first day at work.
Without even realising it I'm counting down the days til I start work. Eeeeeks!
I think this year living with people has been successful...cos I held my tongue, let things be, and avoided bickering and confrontations. I'm happy I've lived in close proximity with the same people for a year now, and not had a single ugly moment. I think it's a milestone. I'm getting better. I hope! *fingers crossed*