So Tense

We’re getting down to less than a week before moving. We’ve actually had a local junk man taking some of our things that we can’t and really shouldn’t take with us, so you can imagine the house is getting to be pretty empty.

My emotions are all over the place, even more than before but it’s weird the way that it happens. I can be okay one minute while packing us things of sentiment but just last night, we moved the laundry soap closer to the door to take on our next trip and I just started to cry. Laundry soap, go figure?

Last night I sent an email to the people buying our current house because I hadn’t gotten any word from the attorney that they use. This morning I get an email from the attorney and they were marking the closing date for another week away! Lord please have mercy on my emotions today. I have everything set for closing on the 1st as I was told it would be by the company buying it. I have no refrigerator in the house right now because it’s too old to take with us and the junk man had help that day to get it out. I have the Uhaul reserved and electric and phone scheduled to be connected at the new place. My sister is set to come down and be with me while we move here and to drive my car back up while I drive the Uhaul. I don’t have anyone else to drive the truck so it’s me. Yes, I have a younger brother but he wanted a favor in order to drive it and I said never mind. To me family does things for other family members because they want to, not because they want something. This is why me and my one sister have become so close these past few years, because we’re there for each other no matter if the other has something or not. Although we do “play argue” over who pays for food when we’re out.

I’m waiting to hear back from the attorney, because right after that email I responded that the date was set for the 1st. Then I texted the girl from the buying company, she texted back that I was right and then she sent an email to everyone stating so and that the attorney would be in touch about a time or for me to reach out to her. So I did just that, call (left a voicemail), text and email. No word so far, maybe because she was busted for not doing her job?

The tension that I feel is just so tight sometimes, like now and I just don’t know how to get rid of it. Is it like this for everyone with every single move? Does it actually happen without all of this or is it all the same?

So, this time next week we should be all through this and I’ll be then trying to figure out how to buy and use a bush hog. The grass behind the new house is as tall as the windows and we won’t be able to do anything back there until it’s cut down. Did I tell you that we’ve already been going up once a week and cleaning it out? Well, we have been so as of right now there are a lot of trash bags and furniture waiting on us in the front yard to get taken to the trash (they don’t have garbage men there that come to your house). So we look a mess right now but I’m hoping it’s going to come together. We have one more day to clean and we’ve been concentrating on the inside so that it’s clean enough for us to be in there. We’ve ripped out flooring and carpet and cleaned things that I’m not sure what they were. This last trip will be to treat and paint the floors so that we can move in and then install flooring one room at a time. It’s a lot to undertake and it’s going to take a while but my granddaughter can go to a physical school and can also get to know her cousins on a daily basis. It’s all going to be worth it in the end but so hard right now. I need a huge tub to soak in but I can’t do that right now either… I’m so tire.

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I like to think I'm a normal everyday woman but my mind tells me otherwise. I fight my battles and post them here. I don't tell my family and real life friends that I write here. This is my own little way of having "someone" to talk to. My own little therapy session if you will. I welcome comments and opinions but I have enough negativity to last a lifetime already . My world is changing and now more than ever I need support and encouragement but I'm still too afraid to let anyone know that it's me writing here.