It's been a little over a week and a half since I moved and the first serious hurdle I'm facing has come from an unexpected place. It's me. I've been unreasonably moody for days. I thought it was just the stress of moving and all, but it's become worse as time passes. I outright snarled at my nephew yesterday. While I could take the easy way out and say that it's wolfstime hormones, I know it'd be a cop out. I'm used to having my own space. I'm used to not having anyone enter that space when I want quiet time, to having my own safe haven where I can go when the world is too loud and busy, where I can breathe and think and come to terms with stressors. It's not to say that my family is uncaring of my needs, but rather that they don't -- and can't -- understand my perspective. It would be selfish of me to be angry with them. Which is why I feel guilty about feeling like a growling caged animal that can't rest because people keep rattling the bars. They mean well and they're very loving, but I'm having a difficult time adjusting. Please, Mother of All, help me to successfully climb the mountain before me, to get this job or one equally lucrative, so that I may secure my own home and safe space. For my sake and the sake of my family ties, please aid me.
