Yesterday I saw the house that I will be moving to in less than 1 month, and met one of the girls that I'll be living with (the other girl I do know). First impressions: she talks over people, she's 5 years younger than me, and she's lived there for 3 years so that basically makes her queen of the castle.
As I was being shown around by my friend, a feeling of dread washed over me and I thought 'I'm moving yet again. I think this makes it 13 moves in 10 years. I am so tired of having to meet and live with new people. It will be another place where I will wake up, and have to adjust to the new looks, smells and feels of my new bedroom.' No wonder I am an introvert. This is not where I want to be at 30.
This is where I want to be:
Married, living with a husband
Or unmarried, but have a boyfriend
Living either with my husband, or if single, living on my own
Not in school
In a career that is fulfilling
I have no idea what I am doing with my life