Tired

The drive to Atlanta was fairly short. 11 hours door to door, 3 pit stops and I haven’t heard of any speeding ticket so far. Driving thru Ohio was boring to death but Kentucky and Tennessee were actually very nice and a lot different from what I was expecting. I moved in Sunday afternoon and by Sunday evening I already went twice to Ikea. I don’t know how many boxes I lifted in the last 4 days. It’s really tough when you’re alone to do everything. I have been running everywhere, from campus to the insurance company, etc… And I’m really tired. Tonite I moved the 15 boxes that were sitting in one my professor’s office. 6 of them were from France and the remaining ones were from Oregon. It’s weird to open boxes you closed more than a year ago. The past and memories are kind of jumping at your face. I think I’m getting tired of moving all time, tired of saying good bye to friends, tired of moving my mess all over the states when it’s not across the Atlantic. I’m feeling home sick but I don’t even know where home is. Transition periods always screw your mind and spirit.
Anyway, I guess it’s just a matter of time and that things will be better when I’m totally settled down.