So, I'm doing mostly okay, keeping myself a little busy and am at the point where I'm kind of looking longingly at job posting, so even though we've agreed that I should probably stay unemployed at least until we close on a house, if not actually move into one, that might change (or I might start looking and never, ever find anything).
However, on the way back from Light's company picnic (which was actually quite fun and involved bumper boats), we pass an exit for 2 west (the way back to Northampton) before getting on 2 east (the way back to our apartment) and I burst into tears, and the littlegirllost in my head starts shrieking "I want to go home."
Hopefully I calm down any second now, and we'll go find someplace air-conditioned to pass the rest if the evening. Stupid moving anxiety, I'm ready to be done with you now.