Just when I think everything is going along swimmingly, just when I think I've gotten to the point where I'm happy, life gives me a giant slap in the face. Looks like I may be moving again. Not by choice. But by necessity. Friends shouldn't be room mates. In the end it screws everything up and you end up losing the friend.

If that's the way it has to be then so be it. I can't think of any other way to deal with it. Back to the homestead I go.