Ah, Change

Here's the deal y'all, I fucking hate change. I dread it and drag my feet. When faced with it I stamp my feet and pout. It's super attractive, I assure you. Thus everyone in my life is kind of shocked right now as I essentially took my life, turned it upside down and shook it like a baby. (Side note, apparently some people don't like it when I use that phrase as it's 'offensive'. To those people I say, well then, don't let me hold your baby, jackass)

Anyway. This week I got a new job and decided that wasn't enough upheaval so I went and found a new apartment. That I move into in 2 weeks. Approximately 4 whole days before I start my new awesomely exciting job.

Yeah.

So... apparently I'm insane. I mean, we kind of knew that already, right? But this isn't an insane that makes me think I'm an awesome karaoke singer and can totally handle doing 5 straight shots of whiskey. You know, the fun regular kind of Meghan insane. No, it's the insane that makes me want to sit in the corner, gently rocking back and forth. But I can't. Because the corner will be filled with boxes full of all of my belongings.

Swan diving into change. Fun for the whole family. (please send vodka, I'm scared)