There are no "shoulds" or "shouldn'ts" when it comes to grief. I look forward to being able to give you a hug in person, Nora.
Barb, phooey and yuck. I hope the machines do the trick. Better to get on it right away than let it mold.
Said goodbye to my family tonight. Parents were/are sad. I'm too stressed to be sad or excited or anything. Can I get some no-flake/couch moving ~ma? Two "big, strong dudes" are coming to get that sofabed in about half an hour. Good lord, I will do a dance when it's gone. It's a great couch, but disposing of it has been a nightmare.
Tired. Tired. There is only packing. Or possibly Zuul.
Tired. Tired. There is only packing. Or possibly Zuul.
Life changes are tough. But pretty soon you'll wake up in New Orleans and you'll say, "I live here!" and that's pretty fucking sweet.
I'm too stressed to be sad or excited or anything.
Oh, I remember that from a year ago!
Thanks y'all- sort of saw how hard I was being on myself when I wrote it out. Getting it out of my head is important, diffuses the inner brain bully.
I mean, smonster, just keep thinking NOLA ROAD TRIP! instead of HUGE MOVE.
And you don't have to leave. You are going to get a job working with stuff you love, and you are going to have so much fun living there.
But pretty soon you'll wake up in New Orleans and you'll say, "I live here!" and that's pretty fucking sweet.
This is true. And as hard as this has all been, I can't even imagine how much harder it would have been without the wonderful help of all my friends and family.
{{Nora}}
MFN - peace to you and yours
There are no "shoulds" or "shouldn'ts" when it comes to grief.
This needed repeating, because it is so, SO true.
Barb, phooey and yuck. I hope the machines do the trick. Better to get on it right away than let it mold.
No lie. That's where we lucked out, actually. This leak happened over the weekend when we used that faucet for a few hours. It just took until today for it to really soak into the carpets and walls, so mold hasn't had a chance to set in.
Nora, be good to yourself-- grief has no logic or rhyme or reason. It just is and you don't have to try to justify or explain it away. It's your experience and nothing and no one else has the right to dictate how it should be.
And looking on the brighter side, you will soon have a smonster as a neighbor!
