But we still don't have a house to move to.
Some days the situation terrifies me to the point of heart palpitations and stomach issues that send me running to the bathroom. I shake and struggle to breathe. People say, "It will all work out." And yes, it will. We might lose a lot of money and have all our dishes and furniture broken, but one way or another we are sure to land somewhere with something.
I do not find this particularly comforting.
This past weekend, Jonathan graduated.
They're all finished now. Congratulations, Jonathan!
It was a big weekend full of houseguests and early graduation ceremonies...
(Jon fell asleep after he got his diploma).
This morning I need to get back into moving gear. It would be so much easier to focus on packing if I knew where I was going.
I find myself perusing Facebook as though it could answer questions about my future. Bah! I suppose I am really looking for emails from our realtor, but when my inbox is empty, I default to Facebook. This is sick.
Also, I'm hungry, but I just had my teeth cleaned at the dentist, so I don't want to mess them up and lose the smooth.
Laundry. When all else fails, do laundry.