...I can see my breath. I can't, however, feel my toes.
My roomate and I moved into our new apartment today. It's in an older apartment complex on the south side of town. It's older than the last apartment I had, but ironically enough, a lot nicer. And quieter. I am so over houses. For now, anyway.
The whole burglarly has created a lot of anxiety in me lately. I'm not sure if it was the moving process I was dreading, or the loss of my sense of security, or maybe both, but I've felt on edge for about a week now. Sometimes living so far away from home is a hassle. But, I've got a year left of school, so I'm going to make the best of it while I can. Now I would just like to work on regaining that sense of confidence and security about leaving my belongings at home that I had before. When I really think about it, of all the days of my life, which there are many, I've only had one where I've come home to my house being broken into (or at least my roomate did). I know it will take time to regain my confidence, but I'm hopeful. Hopeful, but even more cautious than I was before.
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