One of the things that began hapening this past fall during the first Bad Stretch was an inability to occupy the space I was living in. I didn't unpack; I didn't buy furniture. I kept living out of suitcases, expecting trouble and flight.
Here I am, three apartments (and no little trouble and flight) later, doing the same thing. Sure it's been adaptive, but I need to stop. It's helping perpetuate a hair-trigger mindset. What is it that keeps me from being able to oh, I don't know, buy a cheap couch on craigslist? Or move belongings out of boxes? Money is tight, but not that tight. Well, OK, after I left $100 on top of the ATM last night,
it's pretty tight through Saturday.
But then I could let myself buy furniture, right? Right?
Admittedly, lot of the stuff in the pic on the right is Amy's, and only showed up last weekend. But her stuff merely complements the boxes and suitcases already dotting the apartment. I now live in a warehouse.