Well that's a good question. I was going to move in with a family member. But then as I was there less and less it got harder and harder to go pack. I started hiding from life. Then I realized I didn't like myself very much. Or didn't like what I had become.

I went over there today with my friends. It went really well. Better than I expected. And I met with my landlady and had a talk with her. That went well too.

I gave my friend a key so she could go there tomorrow and start organizing. It was a big step. No one had a key but my son before. *sigh* I'm tired now. But I feel good that I took a step.