The packing is going a little slower than I want. It's only because this is how I deal with things I dread... I procratinate. I have never met anyone who likes to pack and move. The unpacking doesn't bother me, but since we are staying in my parents house for a while, there won't be much unpacking to do. Just unloading all our stuff into a store room. But at least we will have a roof over our head and our daughter at our side!

Things are really looking up. I am going to use this move as a tool. I am going to use it to get back on my feet and become a stable adult. I am going to use it to escape the bullshit I have encountered here in Dallas. I think I will be a much happier person. I will probably be able to stop taking my Zoloft!