One Month

I have made a decision that I am not too happy with but I know it is the best. I am moving back home. 20 minutes away from every other aspect of my life. But about 3/4 cheaper than where I am living now. I'm so grateful to my mom and her willingness to let me sleep in her house. . . because, honestly, that is about all I will be doing. But, I am going to miss being in the center of everything, at least the center of my life. I have to keep reminding myself, it is temporary. Hopefully, I will be back to the center in June.
I still have one month to get used to the idea, I have one month to pack up five years of my life. I have one month to get used to the fact I will be driving 20 minutes to get to work everyday. I have one month to remember it is all for the best. I have one month to decide what is necessary for me to unpack. One month to let my roommate know all the stuff I bought when I moved in is going with me. One month, and I will be 28 and living with my mom. I thought this January was hard. . . February is going to be hard but for VERY different reasons.