What's wrong with me?

I'm all moved in and with the exception of maybe three boxes I'm also all unpacked.  The house is great.  The new stuff looks great in it.  I met several of the neighbors, but the jury's still out on them.

I feel awful.  Everything makes me think of the now ex-boyfriend.  I tear up hourly and I hate it.  I miss him so much.  But do I really miss him or just having him there?  I don't like this living alone thing.  The roommate better move in soon.

My dog is not happy.  He's nervous and doesn't want to leave the bedroom.  I think he misses the ex's dog.  When he's not pacing from anxiety he's laying around all depressed looking.  He doesn't want to play at all.  I took him away from his brother. :(

Have I made the wrong decision?  I keep telling myself to just give it time, but will it help?  It's all I can do not to call him and ask if we can come over.  I want to go home.  But I don't want to string him along through my uncertainty.  That's not fair to him at all.

And it's not my home anymore.  This place doesn't feel like home either yet, so I feel like I don't belong anywhere.  I look around and feel love and hate for it at the same time.  I just keep smoking and drinking hoping they'll make me feel better.  I want to sleep all the time so I don't have to think about it.

All this and it's barely been 36 hours since we said goodbye.

I'm a freakin mess.