Change

I've never dealt well with change that I didn't make myself.

Case and point - when I was about a year and a half old, my parents decided to rearrange the living room furniture one day, while I was napping. When I saw the new set up I burst into tears, and threw impressive tantrums for a few days. So they decided to move it back. Apparently I must have gotten used to it, because I started the whole tantrum process all over again.

I guess I hadn't realized how accustomed I've become to the patterns of my day, but between visiting family and new job stuff starting next week, I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed.

And I'm a cave dweller - when the outside world is more than I can handle, I retreat into my cave until I can cope. When you live in a two bedroom apartment and have house guests - you don't have a cave, or at least, it's not really your cave for a while.

This too shall pass.