So I’ve been writing more in my journals at home. I’ve been reading about journaling and I’ve found that if I just sit and give myself time to write there’s plenty to say. This week I’ve been kind of downcast as I could say. It started with getting ready to go to a baby shower; seeing old friends and knowing I had to be happy for the mother to be. And I am but it made me feel a bit more lonely. Me and my mister still live apart and while I know I’ll be with him soon, it’s still hard to be here day after day alone. I’m bored of the television. I’m bored of Sims 3. I was incredibly tired for my last class and I kept forgetting what I was trying to say to them. I was grumpy and agitated with myself. But I know I’ll get over it; that’s the beauty of being past all the depression and knowing that being in a funk and worn down doesn’t mean you’ll be caught in a web of despair. It is this time of transition that is hard some days. I know where I’m going but I’m not there yet. If I didn’t have to wait on the cat I’d be ready to take off in a few months. I just want this nice, clean start and right now I’m in this empty flat all by myself. I do the washing up, I read my books, I write, I do my homework, I grade papers, I get ready for class, I nap a lot but none of it is the same as having someone at home who cares about you. I’m ready for that. The only excitement I have is knowing my life will be with him – the rest of this is the equivalent of a tacky magazine that I can read while sitting in a waiting room. The key is to just wait well and my time to get to where I’m going will come.