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Adjusting to the Move

Last month I moved into a new house. At first I did not like the idea of leaving my old home because of the hectic process of moving and adjusting to something new. One of the reasons I don't like moving is because I moved around a lot growing up. I've transferred to many schools and met a lot of different people with whom I did not keep in contact with.

I've read in books that moving is very stressful, and could trigger symptoms to return in people with schizophrenia. However, that did not happen to me, I guess because I am used to moving and know how to adopt fast. Now that I am settled into my new home I like it. My mother found the house (I live with my mother), and she made a good choice.

Now I am trying to find a new bed for my room. I switched beds from a full-sized bed to a queen-sized bed. I have been looking around for a nice bed to match my dresser which is reddish-brown, but it is hard to find. After all those nice commericals I looked inside of Thomasville Furniture Store but they were too pricey. However, I found something at Rooms To Go Furniture Store that I like, but I will probably look further for the most affordable bed. Maybe if I find an outlet mall I would have better luck!
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Wandering Coyote said…
Glad to hear that your move went smoothly! That's always a total bonus, isn't it?
November 10, 2008 at 12:12 PM
Anonymous said…
Glad to hear the move went well. Good luck finding bedroom furniture to match the dresser. I'm sure you will find something.
November 11, 2008 at 8:03 AM
Ashley Smith said…
Wandering Coyote,
It is, thank you.

Dana,
Thank you for the link to bedroom furniture with great prices.
November 11, 2008 at 1:39 PM
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