Claustrophobic

Moved house on sunday. Most of my friends told me over twitters/sms/bb telling me to enjoy the new place, how is the new place etc. When i told them that I'm staying at my aunt's house, their reaction is more or less the same: "Oh."

Moving house is not a easy task especially when you are moving out of the house that you have live in for 12 years. Strangely, though I'm glad that I'm moving away from the place of bad memories that reminds me of a pithole of darkness, I'm kinda not really glad that I'm living at my aunt's place too.

In case you don't know, I'm slightly, or at times to a large extend, claustrophobic. I'm afraid of confined space. AND....the room that I'm staying...is small. Way smaller than the room that I shared with my sister. Way way smaller...and when I sleep, I felt that the room is closing in on me. Oh well.

If you are really concerned about my well being as a friend, please...either pray that my mum would be able to buy a house (which means the procedure of the divorce must be quick) or that someone would offer a room for us (and must be bigger!)

Strangely, i stayed at my aunt's house at the same room exactly 12 years ago.

Argh. Claustrophia...but..I'm slightly...and really...slightly glad that when I stay here, I won't be able to bump into my father anymore.