Our night being almost over, here we sit in our pajamas taking a couple of
self portraits to commemorate this special day.
I look really tired (which I am) and trevor has a cold sore on his lip.
But we tried.
And it's been a good day.
Not as good as it could have been.
(What??? Sarah not being positive??? Unheard of...kidding)
The moving-depression has started for me.
I'm no longer busy packing and unpacking and
I'm without some of the people I love most.
From experience, it should last about a month or so.
I usually try to hide it but I'm tired of doing that also.
So here I am being all candid and such and now you know
that for the next month, I will put on a happy face
when I walk out my front door
but mope around and be lame inside the protection of my home.
But what is so lovely is that I have these 5 wonderful people here
who love me anyway.
And when Trevor comes home at night, even if it's late,
everything is better.