"They" say that shit happens and I've generally agreed with that statement. I have also generally believed that when it does (and it inevitably does) you just suck it up and deal with it the best you can. Just for the record, I am really sick of all the shit that has been happening in my life the last few months or so. Not that it has been all bad, but really...there has been some monumentally unfortunate stuff happening in my world since about April and I, for one, have had about enough.
So, we move in five days. Some of you may know that I was planning to drive home in five days. Now I'm not. We'll spend Saturday and Sunday moving from our current place on 11th Street to our new place on 10th Street. We're hiring movers for a short period of time to handle the furniture and heavier things (my back puts me in no position to be moving at all, but I'll deal with it so long as I don't have to move furniture) on Sunday evening and a UHaul cargo van to help us move more efficiently on Sunday morning/afternoon. Saturday we'll move stuff with our cars, I guess.
When it's all said and done, I'll drive to Chicago on Monday morning so that I can have some time with my family before I go to Colleen & Dave's wedding and head back here to complete the final move out on the 15th (have the carpets cleaned, hand over keys, etc) and start getting settled in the new place.
How does this happen? One minute, I'm enjoying my rather relaxing summer, getting my life back in order after a few months of chaos and confusion, thinking that things are starting to turn around and the next minute, everything is in shambles again.
I'm trying to stay positive, but I'm starting to get really overwhelmed here. I don't think I'm ever going to make it to Chicago. I mean, I will b/c I have the wedding to go to and I want to see my family (especially my mom) before I start work again, but it's sure going to be a crappy vacation, I think. I'm going to be so exhausted when I get there late Monday night and then I'm going to try to cram in lots of quality time Tuesday-Friday before the wedding on Saturday. Then rest on Sunday and head back early on the morning of the 14th. So I'll be back and have a week to get the new apartment in order before I have to be back at school for a week of meetings before teaching starts.
I get the feeling that August is going to make me forget that July ever happened.
4 comments:
I know EXACTLY what you mean. We've been here three weeks and I'm stil artfully dodging boxes to move around the house. My pay is screwed up to where at one point the government wanted to take back $1400. My second week in the office started with me having to bring charges agains one of my petty officers for having so much alchol in his system he blew .096 at 9:30 a.m. and my mother-in-law comes Saturday.
Thatnks for the sympathy and GOOD LUCK.
With August comes restaurant week!
moving sucks. your year has been tough. maybe this move is the mark of a new beginning.
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