I don't know what to title this post as, but I can guarantee you that it will be mostly whining and bitching.

So as soon as I can get in to see my psychiatrist, I am headed out to Pennsylvania.

I cannot express with words how tired I am of packing up my life for months at a time.
I love Stephen and I am so happy that I am able to be there for him through this and that I will be in Pennsylvania when Lydia and Becky return from Haiti, but still...
I am so torn.
I have no idea which way "home" is anymore.
Just as soon as I start to deal in one place, something comes up and I land back in the other one.
I love all of my friends and pseudo-family in Pennsylvania very very much and I am in no way complaining about seeing them.
It is just hard to pack up and leave all of the time.
It's hard to have two bedrooms and two homes and two families and two almost entirely separate lives.
All that I am really seeking in life right now is a little stability and a little contentment.
I do not need luxury or pure happiness, just to have some kind of permanence and a little contentment.
blah blah blah, I'm a whiny little baby, the end.