God I can't wait for this to be done. Now. I would pay anything to have someone come in, knock me on the head and then wake me gently 24 hours from now when it's all over and I'm in the new place.
I cannot wait to be done packing. If that was all, I'd be happy I guess. But then our friends are coming to move us. The only part I'm not depressed about is unpacking. At least then it'll be Ken and I together and starting things. But the thought of finishing packing is weighing so heavily on me right now. I'm SO close. But it's those last few boxes that are the worst. Shoving those last awkward things into boxes is my least favourite part. The awkward bits - followed by That Stuff You Forgot You Had in a weird Cupboard You Forgot Was There.
Then a bunch of friends are coming to help us move. I know they genuinely want to help us but I feel so guilty and awkward about it. I shouldn't because I really like helping friends move, helping make the process easier for them. But here I am, I can't control the guilt or the upset I'm feeling. BLAH. It isn't helped by the moving stress in general or the fact that my house is packed up so I'm not eating well.
But tomorrow at this time that'll all be over. Holding my breath until then :)
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