The movers arrived, managed to get everything I set aside into the container, and now it’s off into the ether until the delivery date. I did not sleep one moment last night. I underestimated the amount of things I had. I’m leaving a few things behind and donating others to friends.
I’m going to try and sort out my luggage first and then I can sort through the miscellany. The final bit will be cleaning. I’m hoping I can have Bobby over here for the walkthrough at 10 AM. It’s so close to all being done.
I don’t have a bed to sleep in for tonight so I’ll be on the couch (which is always kind of nice in its own way).
Outside of my first world moving bubble I’m seeing and hearing that things are even crazier right now in the nation. I haven’t processed it fully yet but I hope the protestors stay safe and they keep bringing light to the awfulness that keeps getting swept under the rug and purposefully obscured. Ugh.
I don’t have anything new to share. I’ve complained and pondered casually the past several days and it’s nothing new at this point. I’m nervous about my flight since they said it’s packed and all this is going on. I was told to be careful.
I guess my personal journey peaked in 2017. Who would have known things would be this way. 2020 is turning out to be quite the year.
I miss my family and I want to rest. That’s it.
I will share what the living room looked like after I brought everything out to be moved:
Stay safe, be vigilant, be compassionate, let the folks you care about and love know you’re thinking about them (reminder to myself, long neglected to do, honestly), and get some rest. 🙌🏽