Before I begin let me just say that this is just a rambling from a tired and scared gal, who in her heart knows that it's all going to be just fine. I just need to babble for a bit and get it out of my system.
As some of you know, I'll be moving to a new apartment on Saturday. This came about because where I'm currently living has raised my rent beyond my means. I can't afford to stay there any longer. I've found a very nice place and it's going to be lovely when I get everything in order. What is getting to me is the money, the packing, the movers, the transfer of utilities, the packing, the clock ticking, the money, the packing...I'm worn out. Plain and simple. I work at the office...I come home and work toward the move...I get up in the morning and do it all again.
I was having a "brat" moment earlier this morning. All I wanted to do was stomp my feet and yell "I DON'T WANNA DO IT ANYMORE!!" Well, that and 60 cents will buy you a Dr Pepper for all the good it will do to be a brat.
I just want this weekend over. Everything I counted on has fallen by the wayside and the only thing I can really count on is me. Isn't that how it always is? Please don't get me wrong...I'm going to have some help and thank the moving gods for that...but no one can get me through this time but me. Does that even make sense?
oh well...enough of this babbling. We now return you to our regular programming...