Yet Another Boring Sunday...

A week has passed since I've last written in this thing. Already I'm sick of it. How I do hate to blog, yet here I am.

Not much has changed. In the week that has gone by, I have yet to feel I'm closer to those goals I have set for myself for mid-July. There are so many things out there that I'm/we're waiting for...

waiting on my job
waiting on his job
waiting to book my vacation
waiting to book my flights
waiting to book his flights
waiting on his visa
waiting to find a place to live
waiting to start our life together

That's a lot of things to wait on. No wonder I'm feeling so blah lately. On top of it all, even though the past week went by so fast, it doesn't feel like any real time has passed.

I think living at home isn't helping my mental healthy any. It's stressful, I feel suffocated and trapped. It makes me anxious to move out sooner rather than later, accelerating the slowness of time, making my waiting time stretch out to a further and further intangible distance.

I finally feel tired of feeling miserable. I used to be happy being miserable because that's all I knew. I know what it's like to be happy. I want to be happy. I want to be happy!

I know the time is coming soon, it's just a matter of having the patience and biding my time until it does.

I feel the remnants of my migraine coming back, time to end this entry.