I'm nearly at the end of my first day of working from home.

Nothing extraordinary has happened. It hasn't been super exciting or freeing. I rose at the same time I normally do, showered, dressed and sat down at the computer at exactly 9:30. Just like any other day.

Maybe it'd be different if I had a laptop. Then I'd go over to some ecclectic little coffee shop and revel in my not-being-at-work-edness. At the moment, however, it seems like regular work day, only I'm at D's house. Hm. Strange.

Moving in with someone seems so FINAL, you know what I mean? I don't like things that are FINAL. I like things I can back out of easily if necessary. I've said this many times before. Why am I like this? Why do I have such a fear of commitment to anything? I don't know. Perhaps a good therapist could wrench it out of me. I've never been to a therapist.

Anyway, I guess I have to remember that nothing is final if I don't want it to be. I can change anything at any time. Right? Not that I'm thinking of changing anything right at the moment. It's just nice to know that I can, if I want to.

I am totally rambling, huh?