More Changes My Way Comes

I'm moving. Again. This time to a different part of the city, but more convenient to work and the bf.

I sort of feel like I'm running away from the problems. I was so afraid before of leaving school that I wasted 3 years in the Berkshires. I don't want to fall into that trap again, but I don't want to go to the other extreme.

At least I tried to compromise with the roommate problem. Peter wouldn't have any of it. And why would he? He gets the most out of the deal because he eats more than everyone else. He didn't want me to NOT pay for food I DID NOT eat because then he couldn't make a profit off of me. Am I crazy to feel as though paying for other people's food is unfair? I didn't eat any of it, I'm not home ever... why should I pay? It was so expensive that I have no idea how I'm going to afford to buy my own food.

The new place should be ok though. I'm living with a younger guy, and there aren't any other roommates. So I'll get say in picking another roommate, in decorating the apartment, and the rules that will be established. That's a lot better then going into a situation where they've set up a system that screws the newest roommate. He is also going to help me move, that's a rarity in a roommate.

On top of that, I have a friend from work helping. Even though I have had a hard time adjusting to TJ's life and I hate the clique system that rules the joint, I have found a couple really great people there. I hope I get a new job soon, but I hope I can keep in touch with a few of these people.

Also, the best thing has happened. My best friend from college has started talking to me again. She was the only one left at school in my class that I was close with, but we started fighting in the middle of the fall semester. So I hadn't talked to her in six months. I kept trying to talk, and finally the last time paid off. We hung out in the city, she met the bf, and we went to a comedy show. It was a really good time.

At least I can get a positive post in. It beats the depression that had come back for a while. I do know that it wasn't just a shitty school in the Berkshires, I do have clinical depression. The Berks didn't help, but that wasn't the only thing wrong. But I am able, now, to look on the bright side of things. I have, in my power, the ability to change my surroundings, to actually hope for the best, and to survive. I'm also forgivable. Things are good. I can make the most of it.