I really do think the worst of it is over. I had today and much of tomorrow to get all of my belongings boxed up, however the moving company called around 4PM and asked if I would mind moving the pick up to 10AM instead of the scheduled window of 1-4PM. Being the martyr that I am, I hemmed and hawed but finally agreed. I started getting an anxiety attach so, I then called back to try and take it back, but no go.
With all of the energy I could muster I spent the day packing. I don't remember eating much and I now know what dehydration feels like. It's not like I didn't want to take a break, there was just no desire. There was too much to do.
I live in a super small apartment so it's a challenge to get around and pack and sort. I am beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel, but I have lots to do before I'm done.
1. Get more boxes and some packing tape
2. Finish getting clothes and kitchen items in boxes
3. Sell my furniture
4. Bring my donation items - or schedule a pick up
5. Clean out my car
6. Get my car smogged
I think I will hit the hay and wake up early, refreshed.
Gratitudes:
1. Ayla and Angela for listening to me freak out and talking me down
2. laundry in my building
3. take-out food close by
4. neighbors who don't complain with me leaving furniture and boxes out in the hallway
5. My sister-in-law who agreed to be my guarantor for my NY apartment even though I didn't need it.
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