In Which I Miraculously Find Fourth Gear

[serinde]

For the past week or so, I've been struggling through a whole pile of mental/emotional bees, the form and content of which I shall not weary the Gentle Reader with. I have Gotten Things Done, but not as much as I should like (or as was really necessary), and every damn inch was as hotly contested as your average portion of Western Front entrenchment. Even this morning I was in a state that could, with tolerable accuracy, be described as "a fucking mess" (as poor sweh can bear witness to).

And then, this afternoon, I did tons of packing and organization and cooking and helped nedlnthred rake up the winter detritus in the front yard and Lord knows what else (except laundry). And felt good through all of it. Though now that I stop to reflect, I have a vaguely-unsteady feeling, like if I look around too hard I'll realize I'm running on thin air and then plummet down in approved coyote fashion.

Hopefully I can maintain this; there is still a lot to do and perilously little time to do it in. Tomorrow night is given over to getting taxes done (and picking up Scuzzy from the vet? I hope), Tuesday night I am meeting with the moving people so they can quote how much I shall be soaked for this endeavor, etc. etc. It is, as they say, a long way to Tipperary.

Comments

[caelfinn.livejournal.com]

In some ways you are in a luxurious position. You can move in a little at a time and see what really works in the apartment instead of being forced to bring ALL of your stuff at the beginning.

You've got a car and friends to help you. Move in the things you know for sure you must have, live there a few weeks and then call out the troops and we can help you move in (or out) anything else that makes it work better for you. PS: If you need a bigger vehicle zipcar has SUVs (and even a pickup truck!) by the hour and we're members so we can get one.

PPS: Great point sweh, I always have to be reminded about the "passport and credit card" thing. It's totally true.