It feels like I've moved constantly over the past four years. I've never really felt as if I've settled in anywhere. I would think, then, that I wouldn't care about moving around. But I just want to settle down. I don't really care where, I just want to go somewhere and not have to move myself and my belongings every 6 to 7 months.
Part of it is that I don't like moving. I'm not an organized person, and moving requires organization. As I look around my desk, I see all the stuff piled on my desk and the floor around it. I really should snap a picture of it so everyone can marvel in the glory of my completely messy life.
My father, on the other hand, is a world-glass neat freak. I guess, compared to me, it's better to be a neat freak, but I don't think that means I have to like it.
Right now, I'm very worried about today. And it's not really the test that I'm concerned about. It's dealing with my father. I don't particularly enjoy my time with him, especially since I never remember him being there for me when I was younger. The only thing I really remember of my father is a constant threat of physical harm (whippings, etc.) if I didn't do exactly what he said to do. Not a very fatherly image.
So pardon me if I'm worried at the moment. I still don't trust my father. Oh, and to make things even more fun for Lis and I over break: he's retired. So, most likely, I'll have to deal with him every single day... sigh.