In a perfect world there would be no stress, my house would always be clean as well as my laundry, moving would be easy, and I would have a billion dollars.
If you saw my house right now you would probably think I should be on an episode of "Hoarders" it is covered in boxes, crap and a total mess. Laundry is piling up and I can't get to it fast enough- however when it gets done it goes in boxes. If you see me basically wearing the same thing everyday it's not because I haven't showered (although don't put it past me) its because my other clothes are packed. Moving sucks. Like really sucks. I mean I know there isn't a single person out there that thinks it is easy but I mean I have turned into a raging ball of stress and anxiety. Partly because I have a ton of things to do but mostly due to the anxiety of leaving behind friends and family- especially my nieces and nephews. We finally hired a mover and set a move out date. The biggest problem now is not knowing when they will be arriving to our new house. There is about an 8 day window from the day they load until arriving to the new house. That adds the stress of not knowing when to head there, and my Mom not knowing when to take off work or purchase a plane ticket back. Clearly there is still so much we won't know til we know (Biggie Smalls just popped into my head.. and if ya don't know, now ya know..)
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