It’s been three weeks since I’ve moved. I’m almost at the end of the fourth week and I’m uncertain about how I feel.
My mom came w/ me when I moved and she stayed for three weeks to help me settle in. Her coming with me made such an immense difference. I didn’t feel alone and I wasn’t scared. I cried a lot when she left. Cried on my way to work the following day because she would drop me off to work. Cried at work when I saw her FB post saying that she had left a piece of her heart in American Samoa. Cried on my way home from work because she would pick me up and we would find a restaurant to go eat at. I miss her a lot. I spent the weekend crying. My move didn’t feel real until she left. It hit me on such a deep level when my mom left that I had moved to an entirely different place.



I spend a lot of time alone now. Other than when I’m at work, I’m at home. I know I need to step more out of my comfort zone or at least do other things that will occupy my time so that I’m not always alone.
Looking forward to all the changes that will come my way.
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