A Great Depression

Moving out to Idaho was definitely the most difficult thing I have ever done.  Don't get me wrong, I was ready to be on my own.  I'm keeping up with my finances, grocery shopping, and medications.  I'm being very responsible.  The hard part was leaving the people I know and love.  The hard part was going from busy busy busy to laying in bed wondering what to do next.
Classes are going well.  I'm doing well in both.  I'm working two days a week, five hours each day.  I love my job as a Manny and look forward to Wednesdays and Saturdays.  My cat, Zoe, has finally adjusted to living in a new place, even though she never leaves the bedroom.  She's more relaxed and cuddly.  Things really are going well.
So why am I so depressed?
Back in Pennsylvania, before I left, I was rarely at home.  I had a lot of things going on in my life.  A lot of positive things.  A job that kept me busy, a Little Brother to visit with, a job at church working with other single adults.  I basically went home to eat and sleep.  But now, I rarely leave my apartment.  I go to class, to church, run errands, and hang out with people I'm slowly getting to know and open up to.  That doesn't take up a lot of my time, though.  When I'm not doing homework, I can usually be found in my room napping or playing games on my Kindle, only leaving to use the bathroom or get something to eat.  When I'm not at work or school, I honestly struggle with finding a purpose.
Depression isn't new to me.  I've been depressed before, but only for a day or two at a time.  This has been going on for a couple of months now.  Now before you start to worry, I would never hurt myself or anyone.  I like to think that I am generally a cheerful person.  So, in a way, you could say I have optimistic depression.  I'm struggling, but I know it's only temporary.  I just need a purpose.
I have been searching for and applying to Mannying jobs.  My current boss has referred me to multiple people.  Something is bound to come my way.
I have made a couple of new friends.  With my social anxiety, it's always been difficult for me to make friends, so I expected friendships to take awhile.  But I'm getting there.  As much as I hate meeting new people, I have met some pretty awesome folks out here.
My slump will end.  I have really good days, usually days that I work.  I remain positive in all that do.  It gets tough, but I like to think that I'm tougher.