We are all moved in. Obviously. We were all moved in two Sundays ago and I had pretty much all the boxes unpacked in the first few days. We still have a garage full of things to be stored somewhere. We just aren't sure where as yet.
The house is gorgeous. A dream come true. And yet, it doesn't feel like home to me. I don't know why. It could just be my mood right now. I'm struggling. Which is why I haven't written for so long.
I feel a bit lost. I don't know if it has just been too much going on for too long without any breaks or what. But I'm feeling it. I'm afraid I'm a bit depressed. Just writing that down makes me want to cry because I feel so guilty even admitting that. What the hell do I have to be depressed about? Spoiled little brat.
I don't really have anyone to talk to. I'm kind of alone. Or at least that is how I feel. I am always the strong one. I can handle anything. I take care of everyone. But for some reason I feel I am in a hole. A big, dark hole. And no one really expects that of me. That is not who I am. Know what I mean?
I'm working to pull myself out of it. And until I feel a bit more like myself I am staying away from this blog. Hope you are all well.