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So as of yesterday I have officially moved back into my parents house. It's not too bad so far, though I did wake up with a tiny cat all up in my face... and trying to chew on my nose and fingers..... Turned in my keys for the apartment after work today, that part was really hard.

I think one of the worst parts of leaving was erasing the messages in my mailbox on the home phone. There were two I saved from back in November, he left them for me when I was going through a really tough time. I listened to them both a few timed before I deleted them. It feels like I'm losing the memories of everything we had, even just the talking. Those messages were the last recordings of his voice... and now, like everything else, they're gone.

Anyway, most of my stuff is still in boxes, and I think that's where a lot of it will stay. I see no reason to unpack all of my kitchen stuff since I'm not going to be using it. My books, art, music... all the important things will come out, but I think about half of the boxes will stay put.

My mom's really happy to have another female in the house to talk too, and I'll admit that it's kinda nice to have a yard again. However, the longer drive to work is a pain in the arse, but I'll deal. I do miss my quiet already... there's a lot of living things at my parents. Pets, other people, more pets...

I do feel a bit like I've lost a lot of freedom. I mean, it's not like I go out all the time, but I had the option too if I wanted. Now I feel like I'll be watched and questioned all the time if I go away for a weekend or don't come home at night.

Ah well... there's always an adjustment period. I just hope this one goes smoothly.