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Every night for the past three or four weeks, I lie in bed and can’t sleep. Last night in particular, since the inspection of our current home is today and the only thing I can think of last night was that I didn’t power-wash the one gutter in the backyard where the ladder wasn’t so steady. In fact, we spent the entire weekend repairing and improving things that we’ve lived with for the past five years for the new owners. It’s amazing how comfortable we become with the status quo. Or scary, because we should never have become comfortable living with the swarm of wasps that come and go mysteriously into our bathroom as they please for almost a year now.
And while one should seem insane and the other doesn’t, my brain just doesn’t work that way. The entire time we’ve been house building, I’ve somehow convinced myself that if the new house isn’t completely decorated and furnished the instant we move in, I might spontaneously combust. Man, do I have issues! I’m surprised that the demon inside me hasn’t scrawled “help me” across my forehead in a plea to escape.
In other news, I have been training. I may not be mentally sound when I get to New York, but I have a plane ticket, a hotel room and I should be ready to run 26.2 miles. It won’t be fast, but if I’m not institutionalized along the way, I will finish.
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Moving is awful -there are no 2 ways about it. On the bright side – this is IT! You never have to do it again.
Keep breathing, keep training and remember that one day this will all be an hilarious memory. And that will happen BEFORE you end up in a straightjacket – promise.
It will be better once the house-stuff is out of the way – forever! Take care and keep well.
Hang in there. Hopefully once the house-related stuff is out of the way, life will be easier.
I lied earlier, there was a whole gang of wasps behind your bed smoking cigarettes and drinking Old Milwaukee. They looked tough, I was scared.
There is nothing wrong with you and I would take mentally sound over fast anyday.
I feel for you. Reading that almost gave me PTSD symptoms. I used to lie awake all night wishing I could undo it all.
All this will fade out of your memory for four and a half glorious hours once you start over the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge.
Sounds like those matters would keep me awake too. You have more than a plane ticket and a hotel room. You have a plan and a commitment. NYC will be so worth it and you have plenty of time to get ready. Keep up the good work!
Holy crap, you show up in predictive text on google. You’re famous.
Counting lost wombats works for me.
As long as the clothes in your huge new wardrobe are arranged in colour/shade order the instant you move in, all will be grouse.
Yeah. We’ve been dealing with the money pit dust bowl for 7 months ourselves. I think it’s only about 60% done. Another 5 months to go. I hope I make it to Christmas.
wait, you’re not institutionalised?
so did you pass inspection?
Okay. Bring on the next boogie woogie man to keep you awake ….