And the shit has hit the fan.

Just when I thought I had a good thing going for me, I find myself shoved into yet another crisis not of my own making. To cut the long story short, it seems to me that I’ll have to move again soon. Yes, my dad is going to kill me. Yes, this was NOT part of the budget. Yes, I HAVE been trying to save. Yes, I DID already map out my budget for the next year. And NO, I did NOT know nor did I foresee that I would have an unwanted third housemate (who, I might add, does not share in any expense) when I took up my friend’s offer to move in with her. I’ve tried to be open-minded about it. I’ve tried to keep mum about the whole thing. But I really cannot stand the situation. And I cannot keep on living like this.

And all I can say is: SHIT.

AND because I never anticipated having to move so soon, I didn’t set aside that much cash for the initial cash out. I did not sign up for this. I never would have, had I known. I was perfectly happy in my little hole in the wall in Salcedo Village. Yes, it was small and kinda expensive. But I was happy there.

Now it’s not just the expense that’s literally keeping me awake. The whole thought of having to pack (again) and organize the move (again)…it’s such a daunting and unbelievably stressful feat I do NOT have time for. Hello, I don’t even have time to look for an apartment. I have to draft a gazillion decisions by the end of the month! And now THIS??? How I’m going to work this out, I have no idea.

At this point, I don’t think anyone will hold it against me if I’m just fuming mad, irritated, disgusted and the whole shebang. Not good. Not good at all.