So I have been up most of the night, I managed a few hours sleep early, then awake at one thirty - good heavens, it's a good thing I don't have a job to go to! On the other hand, if I had a job to go to, I probably would not be up, worrying that I don't. Does that make sense?
Of course, the pain I am in would be there, job or not. And I am in aLOT of pain. Too much hard work, too much walking, hell, too much everything.
Yesterday was a most awesome day. Seriously. I did little, or it seemed that I did, but I was working all day...on what, I'm not sure. I put a few more things away, and that job is almost done. We do still have alot of crap to move from the old house, either to bring here, or get rid of, and I guess the plan is to do that on Friday. Every little bit brought into this apartment makes a huge mess, things have to be moved to find a place for it. I will be so glad when the whole job is finished.
I would also be so happy if we could sell the old house, all of the payments there are going to create a real problem, so I am just praying that happens soon. We have not listed it with a realtor yet, but are planning to the first of next week, after we get the place cleaned up. It would be so awesome if it would sell prior. I would take a huge cut in the price if we didn't have to pay a realtor...
I love it here. Just being here makes me happy. I am quickly becoming accustomed to all of it, the activity below us, the noise (although there really is little of that), the walking of the dog, the beautiful view of the city and people and stuff going on, oh how awesome it is to live in a place where there is real LIFE.
So many things on my mind, so much to think and worry about. I'm tired...but happy. :)