Who are you, really?

I got to see my mom yesterday. She's doing very well for herself. She quit smoking 5 months ago, and I discovered yesterday that she's given up hard liquor as well (she will on occasion indulge in a glass of wine) and next month she'll be seeing a nutritionist. On top of that, the inside of her car was spotlessly clean.

This is all good news, and I'm glad for her. But truth be told, there is a small part of me that is mourning. This isn't the chain smoking, cognac-sipping woman who raised me. In fact, to this day I mentally associate the scent of Hennessy V.S.O.P. and Salem Light 100's to "mother" and "home" the way other people associate perfumes or cooking smells to theirs. This whole health kick makes me feel...like that part of her died.

....and enough with that emo crap, ne? ^_^

Tiny mini not-crisis averted. It's never fun getting a call from your future apartment complex and have them tell you that your apartment won't be ready in time. Good thing they have two different places that are ready for us to move into. They were supposed to be "reserved" for two potential customers, but we signed a lease and paid fees already. Sorry folks....we get VIP line bump. Moving in five days. Can I start running around and screaming fruitlessly now? ^_^