Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done

I think I'm experiencing a quarter-life crisis, haha. If I live to be 80, 20 would be a quarter of my life so that's what I'm calling it. Some days are obviously better than others, but I feel like my life isn't going anywhere and I'm just not really that happy with it. I've lost a lot of my school motivation. And work is just work. And I'm still figuring things out with us. I dunno, I think what's making it more difficult than other semesters is my situation at home. I get along with my family almost all the time but seriously, not having my own room is this constant source of frustration anymore. Apparently it's really close to being done. But that still means like 2 or 3 weeks. If I'm lucky. It's exhausting not having your own space, anywhere to just be alone, anywhere to put your stuff. Can't wait for it to be finally done.

And I'm not saying I'm like this super unhappy person, I'm just really stressed. I still enjoy things. Wednesday night was great. Sunday shopping was pretty great. By far the most successful shopping trip I've had in like forever. Which is in good part due to the fact that I had $150 worth of rewards and coupons to VS. And there was some pretty good deals. Everything I got that day ended up costing me like $105 total so the damage wasn't even that bad. And it's fun to get new clothes so that was a great stress reliever day.