Well, here I go again. I am writing in a revamped journal. What has been going on since the time I trashed my previous blog is simple. I have been moving, starting anew and adjusting. After I finished my second semester in college time was spent packing and moving. I moved in early May. It perhaps has been almost a month since I arrived here even. Where is here? It is eight hours away from where I previously lived. I would say I have adjusted well enough. I suppose one could say I change very little.

The trip was terrible and U-Haul trucks suck for anyone who endures motion sickness. I unpacked and settled into the new surroundings in one day. My mother told me I did not need to empty out everything I owned in one day. It is assumable she does not know me as well as I presumed. It took about a week to finally accept this room and to become used to where all my things are now located.

I started to get into a faint routine and am more familiar with the rooms outside my room now. I still have no real idea on how to get around town; then again, I would likely have to live here for half a decade or two until that ever happens. Even though my dad is not with us, it rather seems the same. I have the hardest time sleeping at night as always, I do chores – in fact more than I used to, I avoid the phone like the plague and piddle throughout the day.

A change that I have become adjusted to is my mom arriving home at five PM now. It is somewhat odd, but as said, I am becoming used to it. Instead of my dad, it is my mom. Check. Another change is eating at the dinner table with my mother and brother. It is not happening so much as of late due to my brother’s work hours, but simply put, it freaked me out in the beginning. Ah, the American family…

Other things are cleaning. I now have dusting every other day on the list as well as sweeping and vacuuming daily. How I despise chores. I am managing to do them well enough though despite how I lack any schedule or order in my life as odd as that may seem with how monotonous I am…

In addition, on Friday afternoons my mother and I have been doing the grocery shopping. We go for coupons and pinching pennies. In the beginning, we were quite lost, and even though she had been in this town longer than I, I was the one leading her to the section she needed to find a specific thing in. We are better, but I still must lead her. I am her “right-hand man” it would seem. I say she is hopeless without me, which is hilarious since I am one utterly sheltered creature. Either way, yesterday or today depending on how one views it, she decided to go grocery shopping only when we run out of something and need to replenish. That shall be fascinating.

Kyle and I seem to be at smoother courses. I still have not really met anyone here, but hey, my mother and brother do not really have friends here either. I somewhat think it is not as important as I thought it was previously. Sure, it is good to keep contacts, but when it comes to making a living… usually you are busy working. You have those you work with, but other than that…

I have been looking about the town. I go outside more with my mother now. I help her do errands and get groceries. I filled out an application form for this one place called “GIBSONS” and returned it on Thursday. I am a bit leery though. Despite how I like the store, I have no working experience and to add to it, my sleeping patterns are hard to bend.

I have tried going to sleep at eleven the passed nights. All attempts are fruitless. I either never fall asleep until around four or I take a sleeping pill and wake up at three. Either way, I end up sleeping all through the daylight hours. I am quite screwed. In fact, tonight I went to bed at 11:20. I lay there until around one and simply plopped myself onto the living room couch. I could not fall asleep there either. I made another attempt to sleep in my bed, but that was of futile hopes as well.

Here I am. Bah.

~ The Vampire Sheep Who is One with the Duck