Probably a short post for today. I’m fucking exhausted. Marie and I rented a utility van from U-Haul to help us with the move. It was drizzling this morning when we started. We loaded that van up tight once, unloaded, got lunch, prepped the next batch, loaded up again, and unloaded. Then, after we got dinner, we went back and I shampooed the carpets and Marie cleaned the bathroom.
We didn’t get home until like 10:30pm. We had left at about 8:30am that morning. Altogether we worked about 12 hours each and our bodies certainly feel it. While I’m glad we have a second story apartment for its own reasons I am not looking forward to moving some of our bigger pieces up those stairs. At least Marie’s family will be helping us today. I am very grateful for that.
I don’t know what else to say. I stayed up late to decompress from the move and now that there’s more moving ahead of us it seems a little dire. Like I already pushed to get through the first finish line and the universe reminds me that that was only one out of maybe 4 or 5 separate finish lines. Oh well. We’ll get it done one way or another.
I get kinda competitive while I’m moving because I think it’s my brain’s way of tricking me into working hard so the job gets done. It was effective but draining. Here is to another day of moving. May it get me from here to there and back again and again.
Love you all,