I’ve been trying hard not to think about all I’ve had to accomplish these last five weeks. But just in case you missed it, let’s do a quick re-cap, shall we?
1. I packed my apartment/duplex in two weeks and moved it into the garage and basement of the house I will be renting. I had help with the physical move each weekend (Thank GOD in heaven), but spent the other ten days packing all the odds and ends myself, and moving boxes each of those days into my friends’ garage.
2. I had some amazing help from my sister-in-law and nephew that day cleaning the bathroom and windows and walls of the apartment, but finished the rest of the cleaning myself over the next five days. Frankly, I can’t remember ever working that hard for a large security deposit that in the END the landlord kept ANYWAY. (They replaced the carpets that were trashed when I moved in. Honestly, some people are just bad people.)
3. I packed the rest of my personal and valuable belongings into my car leaving JUST enough room for the two cats and left for a 6 hour drive to Maryland, where I spent a marvelous and incredible three weeks, house-sitting for a friend on the western shore. Did I say it was incredible? (And honestly, some people are just GOOD PEOPLE.)
4. I packed my belonging BACK into my car, along with my two cats, and headed back to PA to spend a day with my friend before my house was available for the move-in the next day, which just happened to be the FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.
5. I found out I was going to kindergarten when I was in Maryland, and spent the first few days back in town moving MY WHOLE CLASSROOM from one side of the school to the other. (Yeah, Kindergarten! But be careful what you ask for….)
6. I packed for four days straight from 8:00 – 5:00 at school, and then spent each NIGHT unpacking at my new home until who knows WHAT TIME.
Then I had what I’m pretty SURE was a bit of a nervous breakdown. I finally figured out that I had no control over anything in my life at the moment, and I might have cried for pretty much a whole weekend.
Now that it’s over, I am trying to heal myself. I wish there was an overnight cure, but I’m afraid there’s not. I am figuring out what one should do when life is spiraling out of control. I think you need to settle into things that bring back a sense of normality; things that are familiar and comfortable, things that feed your soul and relax your mind.
I started swimming laps again.
I spent some time with a few good friends.
I went back to the gym and rode the bike.
I spent the day at school planning.
And now, today, I’m trying very hard to write.
But this might be the hardest part of all.