Almost a week now

It has been nearly a week now since my life has changed completely. So far, this seems to be a good thing. Provided I manage to survive, it could be a very good thing. I'm not going to get my hopes up too high, however. Doing so invariably invites Fate/Destiny/the Universe to curbstomp my face in to the gutter.

Let me explain ... no, that would take too long ... let me sum up ...

Much has changed in the last month, even more in the last week. I believe it was July 12th that I moved out of my parents' home and in to the second half of the duplex here. At first, that was very difficult and depressing - some bad times alleviated only by the visit of one of my best friends. Best day of the year so far was her arriving, worst day was her leaving. Sure would be nice if she could visit again. :)

It felt so strange to be in 'my own place' ... I finally unpacked all my Mikasa dishes and that was a distinct joy to do so. It took a while, but I moved all my furniture, books, desks and computers over here. And my cat - that was a nightmare. First night she was here, she cried all night. Probably missed my family as much as I did. She was almost adjusted to the new place when my sister arrived ... a week later, my nephew finally showed up. Ergo, my cat is going nuts again. It's worth it tho. Having my nephew here has been the biggest change, and the best one. So far. I've gone from renting a room from my parents, barely surviving on a day-to-day basis, dependant upon them for pretty much everything, to living with my sister and nephew, being responsible for half the rent/utilities/etc. The one thing that hasn't changed, that has prompted me to start writing again, is the pain. My shoulder is still an unholy mess. The pain is overwhelming, even more so now that I'm trying to 'have a life' and be a significant figure in the life of a child very dear to me. It's a tad difficult to get up in the morning, have breakfast, do things all day, share a dinner with my new family, and then attempt to sleep at night when the nerves in my left shoulder are constantly telling me that there is an ice pick embedded in the AC joint.

It's turning out to be harder than I expected/hoped/wished. I guess what I'm trying to say(write) here, is that even though everything externally in my life has changed and I now have a new purpose, a new sense of motivation, I'm very afraid it won't be enough to balance what has remained the same. This damned pain will be the end of me yet.