Yikes & Yay

My last official day of wearing red & khaki is July 12th. Thirteen days from today. I'm so going to miss that 10% discount.

I am grateful for the week off in-between jobs as I can start preparing myself to wake up at 5:30 in the morning each day. Yep, I can already tell I'm going to need a lot of coffee.

In my free time, I am going through all of my stuff, deciding what's really important and what isn't. I am doing this because I do not want to be caught in a snowy commute this winter and so I am planning on moving closer to work. My ideal place would be a few blocks from campus -- driving in the winter would be cake and biking in the summer would be awesome. If I were being completely honest, I would love to rent a house. Bailey could go in and out as she pleased into her yard and I wouldn't have to worry about taking her out on a leash every darn time she needed to do her business.
I realize that renting a house on my salary will be impossible --especially given all the other stuff that's coming up financially-- so I am content with a townhome or large apartment. I don't really want to share a home with strangers, but if my boyfriend gets a job over there, then a house is a real possibility! (Notice I said "if.")

About the boyfriend: he's been weird lately. His best friend got married yesterday and it only compounded his feelings of inadequacy. I looked at him during the reception and he looked so sad and as though he wanted to be anywhere else. His depression makes it really difficult to celebrate and enjoy happy things, as it makes me feel guilty. Why should I feel happy about something that contributes to him being so damn depressed?? I completely understand that his depression is not his fault, and I applaud him for seeking counseling about it, but it just makes smiling around him hard.
Ok. Enough of that. Airing his stuff is up to him, and I don't want anyone whom he doesn't want to know finding out his stuff before he's ready to divulge. (Besides, that which I just shared is my feelings on the matter. He's a shut trapdoor and doesn't let many in. I'm the one he's open with the most, but he still holds a shit-ton back.)

Alright, time for bed.
Target has scheduled me for an eight and a half hour closing shift tomorrow --my last one of those!-- and I am needing some sleep.