This has been one of the worst months of my life. It started with leaving Athens. I was ok with moving out of the little town, but little did I know the transition to Columbus would literally be hell on earth. We left Athens, had to leave most of our furniture due to the fact it wouldn't fit in Evan's car. Had to go to Akron for 2 days. Move all of our stuff into a moving truck (meanwhile Vincent has been a fucking brat, he hates moving too). Move to Columbus, move into an apt while our actual apt was finished being renovated. Couple weeks later workers broke a window, almost destroyed my cactus babies. The next day Evan's car got towed. That ruined transportation for us for almost a week. Finally get the go that we can move into our place last night, get everything up there except for our furniture, landlord says we can do the big stuff tomorrow bc they still had to finish a couple things. I about lost my bananas. I've been living out of a huge IKEA bag full of clothes for the past month. There's broken glass all over my stuff bc of the window. Vincent has been far from nice bc he's just as stressed out as we have. Evan and I both started our new jobs that can be weird and stressful as well bc we have to learn all these new things and be around new ppl. I work until about 3 am every weekend night bc I work downtown at a restaurant/bar so sleep has been almost non existent. This month has definitely been a challenge on my mental health, bc even with all this happening, things back home have been falling apart more and more. And how is a person suppose to deal with all of this while knowing you can't go home to reach out to family members? There has been a lot of coffee and cigarettes this month. There has also been happy times, trying new places to eat, new breweries, new bars, meeting bar kitties, meeting new friends who just on the spot accept you for the human being you are. There's always good and bad to every day, but it's been raining a lot lately. My theme for myself this year has been to, "Embrace the rain," but this just feels like it's getting old now. I try to wake up every day and do morning yoga to calm my mind before I start the day, but how can I do morning yoga when workers have been in and out of my apt constantly? When my floors are covered in glass? When I don't get a full night of sleep anyway bc I get home around 3-4 am on weekends? I don't have all the answers. And I know that this will all stop once we're in our brand new, renovated apt. But it's been mad stressful. It's been hard to stay optimistic when life keeps slapping you in the face. Today is the day that the furniture goes into 3A. And after this day I will never have to see my landlord again. Or the workers. Or have my moments of silenced disturbed. Or my cat and cacti for that matter. I'll be able to wake up in the morning next to Evan and finally breathe. Actually breathe.