This was supposed to be a happy "Vacation-packing" post-

but today has been such an awful day I don't want to think about packing. Or going to Vegas.

I can't find my parasol or hand fan. Anywhere. And I can remember exactly where they were in the old house but here all my things are in boxes and crates still. All of my old life is in disarray out in the shed because I had to get out of that apartment ahead of The Ex. In the matter of a week, I lost my boyfriend and my home and now I can't find a damn thing.

Except a whole bunch of junk that reminds me of him, that is.

I hate going through those boxes because my old life with him is all still in there.

This coupled with my nightmare day at work just makes me want to go to sleep.