Hall of the Dead (Day 264)

I didn't get much sleep last night because I woke up to the mournful sound of a chainsaw ripping through tree limbs. My mother had showed up unannounced because she wanted to remove the splintered limbs from one of the trees in the yard. We decided to go out to eat--and I needed to cash a check and get some coffee as well. Even though I haven't done anything strenuous today, I feel pretty exhausted. I might take a nap pretty soon even though I'm wary of wasting my free time. My first day at work is Tuesday, after all.

I still haven't quite adjusted to my sleeping situation. I'm sleeping in the same place as before, but all of my things have been moved out of it. For some reason, this change of scenery has negative effects on my restfulness. It's a change of atmosphere, I guess. I'm not really sure how to combat it. I'll most likely just have to get used to it. I like my new setup in the living room but it is pretty strange that everything has been moved around after a year of having the same setup.

It would really be in my best interests to clean up around here, but I'm just so. . .apathetic about it. I look around and I'm vaguely dissatisfied with the clutter and the dust--but not enough to have something done about it right away. I can't imagine I'm going to be any more motivated to do so when I start working. Even though I'm going to be working part time, I'm going to be a lot busier than I usually am. I'm going to be tired, especially for those first few days. Just being out and about is pretty tiring for me right now just because I'm not used to it. The physical aspect of it isn't really the primary factor, either. It's a sort of mental exhaustion that somehow manages to seep into my bones.

I'm really not a big fan of living here. It's the house I grew up in and therefore will never truly feel like my own. I want to move out again and have my own house--or even an apartment--but that's just not a realistic prospect any time soon. I don't know when it could happen. It's going to be a long time before I'm financially stable enough to even consider the idea. There will be some complications to consider, such as who will take care of my mother's dogs--but nothing that can't be resolved.