Laughter Through Tears

So I've been planning to move closer to my parents since late last year, and it looks like it's time to finally execute. Like, hunting around for packing boxes and calling moving companies. It's real. And while I'm staying there, I'll be doing some painting and fixing in this apartment, so that if the move doesn't work as planned, I'll still have a place to come back to. It's a weird set of maneuvers, but my circumstances are also a bit strange.

It feels weird. Last time I moved (2015), I was sure that I would spend the rest of my life in this apartment, barring some unforeseen disaster. But saving money and being closer to my parents are both compelling reasons against that. And, like I said, the apartment will still be here, the next time my circumstances change.