27 Mar

Not that my grip on reality has never been one of my strong suits, but suffice to say, girl’s falling apart over here.

We officially pull up anchor and leave Chicago in 28 days. That’s less than a month! Then I get to drive 23 hours over 2 days, with only two dogs for company because Husband will be in the rental. And four hamsters, but they’re even less talkative. It is not something I am looking forward to. Actually, I’m fairly confident by the end of the trip I will likely be muttering to myself in a new language I’ve invented. Possibly about communists.

Also, speaking of the rental, somewhere along the way we decided that we would only need to make do with a rental car. We honestly don’t have too much to begin with, as our current apartment is a postage stamp. Further, there’s a fair amount of furniture we’re just tossing. It’s not worth moving or donating. On the other hand, there’s still some things we’re planning to take. That we’ll have to fit into the trunk of an a small car and the trunk and back seat of a full size car. And now I can’t wrap my head around tetris-ing what little we do have into one and a half cars. I feel like I should be taking measurements and making a diagram. That or just tossing every last thing we own and perhaps stealing new things when we get there.

And the super mega fun-time funnest part of all of this? We have uh… nowhere to move to. I know! In Chicago you’re forced to hunt and scramble and sign your lease about 1-2 months before hand, lest your awesome apartment find be snapped up. Apparently, in Florida, everything is available now now now. And no one wants to talk to you about a month from now. I suppose it’s likely we’ll find something in the last 1-2 weeks before we move out, since if everything is now it’s likely there will be more things for now when now is then. But it seems equally likely at this point that we will not find anything until we get there, perhaps even a week or two in. And that? That is an idea that sends my spreadsheet-making self into an unidentifiable tizzy. Sort of like the Tasmanian Devil with more eye shadow and perfume, and less composure.

So I’ve spent the past few days alternating maniacally making plans with staring at a wall and hoping I’m not drooling too much.

I like how I state this as if this entire entry isn’t a testament to my rapid mental decline.

Shiny table light jungle topic green smash nap.


2 Responses to “Unraveling”

  1. The Waiting March 28, 2012 at 1:49 pm #

    Ugh, Chicago to Florida. I think I’m a little depressed now too.

    • Cally March 28, 2012 at 6:10 pm #

      Ack no. You have too much going on. Don’t let my sads invade!!

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