Out with the Old. In with the New.

I spent the entire day today unpacking and doing loads and loads of laundry. I can honestly say that this whole moving back home thing? Is quite overwhelming...emotionally, mentally and physically. But I'm here, and I'm staying here, so what's the use of complaining?

My plans? I have none. Other than to unpack my life back into my old life. I'm trying to let go of a lot of things that I need to let go of. Like old t-shirts I don't wear, my broken record player, articles of clothing that have holes in them. It's really hard especially after I've become so attached to them. It's funny how even after I've graduated from this dietetic internship, the one thing I've been working towards accomplishing since I graduated undergrad in '07, I feel as though my life is "insane." I mass-texted a handful of my friends last night "What do you do when your life is insane?" and got the following responses:

"Just chill."
"I sleep. And I eat. And don't shower. I hibernate and hope that things pass me by."
"Take a break."
"Go on a getaway just by myself."
"Go do comfort things. Taco Bell. Shopping. Watch a movie in my pjs. Look through old photo albums."
"Listen to music."
"Hug it out."
"Go on vacation."

Moral of this story? All of the above.