There are officially 12 days until we leave. I have avoided blogging, because, honestly, I haven’t been in the best place mentally. I have been in panic mode. I’ve felt like I was going to get sick for days, my heart has constantly been racing, and I have cried over anything, everything, and even over nothing. Suffice it to say, I am a train wreck of a person, and I think it’s time I’m finally open and honest with myself, and others.

I am terrified. Like knee shaking, voice cracking, horror movie terrified. And it is exhausting. I know that moving will be fun, and once things settle down I will be okay. But getting there is going to be a beast.

It also doesn’t help that we still have so much to do. HB has been in and out of town because of his job for the past six months, or so, which really isn’t conducive to moving furniture and the like. But, it is what it is. He’ll be home again soon so we’ll be able to knock it out. I must say, HB is fantastic and working under pressure. I end up ugly crying in a corner while he’s a one man powerhouse just trucking away at whatever needs to be done. I am convinced that I have been more of a hindrance to this move, rather than a help. But there are only twelve more days, and then we’ll be on to the next phase of our move: Air B&B life until our apartment is free. Until then I’m just going to multi-task by ugly crying and doing everything else for the move….that’s in twelve days. Everything is fine. No need to panic…I say as I’m panicking.