Daryl is thinking of backing out of our apartment hunt though. Which, I think, is a little unfair of him. Especially since I know that a good chunk of the reasoning behind it has nothing to do with me or the other room mates and everything to do with something that he won't be able to have control of even if he wants to.
I talked to Duncan for a long time last night. It was really nice to check up on him, make sure he's still alive. He seems to be doing well, exhausted, but well. I asked him what happened about visiting this summer. His response was "I thought I'd be coming home, but it didn't happen." I told him I was moving out. I told him I had a whole new set of friends.
I think he was baffled. I hadn't realized until I talked to him last night that I've actually changed over the past 6 months. I'm more laid back. I'm less.... psycho?
I am really excited about moving. I just want to do it. But I know I have a lot of shit I need to do. I have to get rid of stuff. I've been, essentially, living in the same room since I was eight, so I've accumulated a lot of useless shit.