So, here's the totally sucky thing - I was supposed to move back to Orlando at the end of August. The girl who was going to be my roommate and I talked about nothing but this for four solid months. I went through the process of getting rid of tons of belongings and packing up everything else. Everything was ready to go. And then about two weeks before we were supposed to leave, my roommate totally disappeared. We'd been communicating via Facebook, and then one day her profile was gone, and I had no other way to get in touch. (We worked together about a decade ago, but live in different states and I didn't have her phone number.) I know she'd been having some privacy issues and had deleted some info recently, so I wasn't all that surprised to see her profile disappear, but I expected her to contact me in some other way within a few days. That was in mid August. Two months later, I still haven't heard from her. Most of my stuff is still packed, but I guess it's past time to give up hope and settle back in here. To say I'm confused, a bit hurt, and frustrated by what happened is an understatement. (I won't even get into how many things this screwed up for me. Arrgh.)
The thing is, there's no way I can afford to move right now without her - the arrangement we had worked out was the only way I could afford to go. I've never been a roommate person (I need a lot of alone time), but I was soooooo desperate to get home that I talked myself into being okay with it.
So, I'm stuck here for a while longer, with no set idea of when I can actually move back now. It beyond sucks. Not only am I missing all kinds of fun fall things at home, but I have to now *unpack* everything that I spent about a month packing up, and settle back in. For winter, which I hate.
Basically, this is me:
(image obviously by Allie of Hyperbole and a Half)
Is there a bright side to it? The best that I've come up with is that I got to be with my oldest kitty Tallulah when she died (I had planned to leave her with my mom when I moved - I felt like it would be too much for her.). Cheerful, eh? Maybe the delayed gratification will make finally getting home all that much sweeter?