Right after
we found the new apartment, I learned that my job was changing offices too, at
the same time as the other move. So then
I had not one, but two moves to plan and execute. Then I took on another job (temporary to help
someone out), so there was that. Add in
a minor car accident, and some pretty heavy family drama, and needless to say,
I was exhausted.
Everything
worked out of course, the heavy family drama, while pretty crappy to go through,
ended up helping my BF, his ex (the kids’ mom) and I reach a new level of being
able to work together. The new apartment
is fabulous, though there was 3 times as much painting and work to do than we
thought (area rugs and furniture covered a multitude of sins when we visited
apparently.) but we worked hard and everything is almost done.
The car
accident was a minor fender bender which still had me on pain meds and
restricted movement for about a month, and the 2nd job is over.
So here I
am, back to normal (or as normal as I can be) with one job, in a fancy new
office, a new apartment with room for everyone, and a body that is 90%
functional.
I must
admit though, there were a few rough patches, and I wasn’t always so sure that
we would make it through. My BF and I
are pretty strong, but when almost every single possible outside force it
pushing against you, cracks appear and things start to leak.
At one
point, there was so much going on that my sister in law actually told me that a
sane person would have just run for the hills, but that lucky for them, I’m not
all that saneJ.
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