This is the 2nd time I’m moving, and I basically found out I’d have to move less than a month after I’d done my first move. I moved in with a friend/family, and they found a better opportunity, so they had to move to, but now I’m dragging my feet with the process of moving.
Going through some of the same stuff I was when I was going through my stuff before :-p (sad face actually, it’s been a bit overwhelming, for more reasons than I care to think about right now). I am a bit of a packrat (which is a nice way of putting it/denying you’re a hoarder), and I don’t want to get rid of anything sentimental because the deaths have maybe given me a little post-traumatic stress disorder.
If the deaths and the moving and the change in job and even more! didn’t, then the surrealistic nightmare of dealing with bed bugs did. But that’s for my next blog!