Eh, It's Friday.

So, I'm not feeling very Friday-ish. I found out from my roommate last night that he's losing the house, because of the divorce. Upshot is I get to live there for November and December rent free, which saves me about $1000, but the downside is I lose my home either last week of December or first week of January.

It was a pretty big shock last night, when Damion told me. I kept waiting for him to say, "Ha, just joking! Gotcha good!", but it never came. It's true. He's losing the house, and therefore, so am I. He's going to let me take what I want from the house, because he's moving back to Corsica in January. So, I'll get the computers, and the box spring and bedframe in my room, as well as the dresser that goes with it. I'm going to ask if I can have the couches in the basement. Damion wants me to look through the rest of the house, and see if there's anything else I want.

I'm very crabby today. Last night, I sat rather stunned after he told me. I kept waiting, praying it was all a bad joke. Hold on for "You should have seen the look on your face!". But he wasn't kidding. He's losing the house. And moving to Corsica.

I don't want to be here. I want to be at the house, enjoying the time I have left there. Mom reminded me that whenever a door closes, another one opens. I retorted with, "Yeah, but I hate that feeling after the first door closes, and before the second opens. That feeling of being trapped." I have options. I know that. But it's a little hard to see them at the moment.