the last box

It only took me 4 months, but I finally unpacked my last box. Up until 3 weeks ago I had 3 boxes left. They were all full of that random shit you don't know what to do with, but don't want to throw away. Junk drawer stuff...kind of. While mom was here I made myself tackle the two easier ones in the living room. She kept taking pictures of the kids and there were always these ugly boxes in them. And last night I finally unpacked the last one. Now I also had to completely organize my junk drawer in the kitchen b/c eveything from this box had to fit in this particular drawer...so it truely was no easy feat. But now it's done and I feel better. If I can just get my nutrition analysis finished for health class I'll be in great shape!!
As I was just counting how many months I have been here, on my own, it's hard for me to comprehend it's only been 4. I feel like it has been a year. I am so happy, I feel so free, I feel like me again. And I've missed me. I do feel lonely sometimes, but I think I need to just make more friends. It's hard to make friends though, to meet quality people you connect with. Any suggestions??? I really have been wanting to go back to this church I went to once before the big breakup. My mom is always telling me that church is a good place to meet people. But I just can't seem to get myself there. I get nervous at the last minute and find some excuse not to go. I just need to make myself do it. Just do it!!!