Purgatory

I’m out of sorts.

Finals are finished, commencement came and went, we packed up our belongings and moved everything from Big Bear into my parents’ garage, I started work at the Dance Studio, I secured a second job at the Dance Bag, and I drank a lot of coffee. The house we had in escrow fell through, and was then offered to us again (only after we had cancelled the pending loan, etc). We’re sleeping in my old room in the garage and trying to stay out of the house as much as possible so it doesn’t feel like we live with my parents,  because it’s hard on our pride (plus, Lamar’s XBox and my desktop are in boxes). I feel cooped up, but pooped out. I’ve been running around and painting things with four year-olds this week, which is not as refreshing as I had hoped. I’m just feeling numb. It’s all too much to really process or take in, I guess.