Sooo I spoke with my future landlord yesterday and apparently he had an issue moving out on time, something to do with the gas & electric company not approving something with his new house yet - The house I'm renting is the house he's moving out of,
so I'm looking at 3 weeks of floating around with no place of my own, at minimum.
Strangely I'm not too worried about it though. I'll figure shit out, I doubt I'll have to sleep in my car for any of it. And even if I don't figure it out, it will be an adventure and a real reminder of where I will be permanently if I relapse.
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Edit - I just realized I only have one more full day with my own place until I have 3+ weeks basically homeless (hopefully will be able to couch surf my way through it...) And I'm starting to stress about it quite a bit more then I was when I first made this post. I'm actually REALLY not fucking looking forward to this, especially while trying to maintain school and shit.
On top of that I lost my ring today, was a Buddhist ring with "Om Mani Padme Hum" written around it (in sanskrit) that I bought when I was with my ex and haven't taken it off in 6+ months. Losing it brought back up a ton of memories and feelings, and I'm actually really fucking upset about it.. Way more then I should be. I'm way too sentimental for my own good.