Breakdown

I thought leaving the Palace yesterday was difficult.
I had nooo idea that trying to move back in with the 'rents would be a hundred times more difficult.

So I am not sure if it was re-entry shock (that's obviously taken awhile to rear its ugly head, seeing as how I've been Stateside since July), or PMS (sorry guys), or just the reality that I am once again "without country" (as Meg Ryan in "French Kiss" so eloquently exclaimed). Maybe it was a combination of all three? Maybe not?

No matter the reason, I cried my way through most of this morning as I tried to figure out where all my stuff was going to go. And to think that just yesterday I was proud of the fact that almost all of my life's possessions could fit neatly into the Eclipse that I'm driving. Hmmm. So how come trying to unpack those few items seemed so upsetting?

I still don't know.
But what I do know is what I had waiting for me in my bedroom (which, by the way, is the smallest room in the house and has the smallest closet). Here's a list...

CONTENTS:
3--Yes 3....standing, oscillating fans (I'm guessing that's in case I get hot?)
3--Big rubbermaid tubs full of random decorations that are being stored until after the holidays
1--Matchbox-sized closet already full of at least 100 of my parents old RECORDS (which better be collectibles), random articles of clothing, an air mattress, about roughly 12 boxes of who knows what...because I couldn't actually get into them to find out..., random seasonal decorations for the house, and about 50 books, games, and other misc. items
1--Dresser Drawer that holds about 3 pairs of socks
1--Filing Cabinet (which is actually mine, but is currently full and needs cleaned out)
1---Bed that's topped with my sister's old 1985 comforter that looks like it was stolen off of the Navajo Indian Ranch...thanks to the fact that my parents' puppy ate a huge, unsalvageable hole through the old one
1---Thirty-year old on the verge of a breakdown...who's recently moved back in with her parents for an indefinite period of time while trying to figure out what she's supposed to be doing with the rest of her life....

PRICELESS
(For everything else, there's Mastercard.)