This has been a rough day. The movers are coming tomorrow. Everything is packed except my bedding, which I’ll wash and pack first thing tomorrow morning. Most of the boxes are taped up, and labeled.

But I’ve been on the verge of tears all day. And alone all day, which doesn’t help. Even though people have been calling me on and off all day. I didn’t expect to feel so emotional over this, but I probably should have. I’ve lived in this town since 1978. Kind of silly to think it wouldn’t be really hard.

Salvation Army came to take my couches and wouldn’t take them because the mattresses on the pull out beds have a couple of tiny tears where the springs rubbed against the bed frame. Now, I am frantic trying to get someone to take them off my hands before I leave, so I don’t have to pay the buyers to have them hauled away. I was ready to cry. So stupid, they are nice couches in good shape. Just so stupid.

Then to make things worse, my internet went out. I called the cable co, and they said it was my past due bill, so I paid it, but was surprised because it’s barely a day or two late, I was going to pay it before I left. Well, the internet didn’t come back on, so I shut down and rebooted and noticed when it came back on it was in airplane mode. Which would explain why it wasn’t working. The frigging cursor on a lap top hops around so much, it must have done that without me seeing it. So pissed me off.

I just realized tonight that my guest room bed will be here tomorrow night, since the buyers wanted to keep it. So I could stay here, not at my friends, tomorrow night. After talking to her though, I think i’m better off at her house. I’m starting to lose my shit being alone all day and night with all my stuff in boxes. I need to be around people who know me.

I’m so crazy with this move. I need to be on my way.

Love and light.