I’m sorry I didn’t get this posted when I wrote it a couple of months ago. My brain was not working correctly.

I apologize ahead of time for this post being somewhat disjointed. It has been a rough few weeks and it isn’t over yet.

After three months of prayer, looking, and talking to everyone I knew, I finally found an apartment in our neighborhood. It is just over two blocks north of where we were living. That was about five weeks ago.

Yay!! Awesome!! Finally….!

Budget was my biggest issue. Being disabled and on a fixed income, my youngest daughter has been helping with rent. However, rent has gone up $600-800 a month for a two bedroom apartment since I moved last time. What!!!

Then God answered my prayers. We found a three bedroom apartment in a complex near friends. The rent was amazingly only $150 over the $900 I was paying before. Of course this did not include utilities, but that is manageable. Youngest has voluntarily made up the difference. I love that child.

Packing wasn’t all that difficult because youngest was able to get boxes from work so they were all the same size and shape. That made them easier to stack. However, they were stacked like the Great Wall of China all through my dining room for about two months before we moved.

The stress was too much. My migraines began to be a problem again. My anxiety and depression were a constant fight. Mostly because I was unable to find a place I could afford, but also because I had packed everything but the bare necessities and so we couldn’t really cook, only had about two weeks of clothing, and the boxes had taken over my dining room.

I have to say that I have the most amazing friends. And so does Youngest. We had friends from church and some from Youngest’s work come help us move. My son-in-law was excited by the number of people we had and things went fairly smoothly.

We moved most everything in one day. Why? Because it was the last day of the month and the people in our new apartment took there time moving while I was having a melt down. New paint and carpet are exciting unless they are laying carpet as you move into the apartment.

I had all the boxes labeled by room and contents. Easy right? Just bring them in and put them in the appropriate room. Not…. The guy laying carpet got in laid the day before but was tacking it down when it came time to move in. So, being the wonderful and kind person he is, he made sure the living room was ready.

I was in charge of organizing the new apartment as things were moved in and my son-in-law was in charge of loading the truck at the old apartment. We moved everything in the living room and as each room was ready we moved boxes to the appropriate room. The problem? Things were stacking up in the living room to the point we couldn’t move anything else in.

We took a lunch break.

We did finally get most everything moved before we had to return the truck. Then I sent my son-in-law home. He was exhausted. There were some things we hadn’t gotten to (like the food in the fridge), but I decided that we would just get it the next day. About an hour after we’d called it a night, friends with large cars brought the last of the stuff from the old apartment. I didn’t know they were doing that until they knocked on my door. I wanted to cry with relief.

I was so overdone that my brain was trying to revolt. It hit me with a migraine, vertigo and fragmenting thoughts. I also fell a time or two.

While it took daughter several days to finish up with the old place and two weeks to get everything out of the storage shed in the back, we are finally done. Except for the unpacking.

Do you like tetris? Move A, B, and C so that you can get to D. Put A, B, and C back. Now move E, F, and G so that you can put D away. Move E, F, and G back. Repeat.

The bruises on my legs are large and black from the boxes I have to weave through. The only thing I could get to in my kitchen was my refrigerator. Barely. My new home was like a maze of dangerous attack boxes. They trip, bite, and won’t get out of the way.

We are slowly making progress. I can open my front door. I can find my clothes. The kitchen is slowly losing boxes. The washer and dryer are working. We even have the TV hooked up.

Did I get into trouble for overdoing it? Duh! Of course I did. I was left unsupervised for a few days while youngest pet sit for her brother. I was working on the kitchen. I will admit to fighting with a large and heavy shelf in the cupboard by the stove. I did win, mostly. (One side is an inch lower than the other.) However, the cupboard did get in a good hit. I pulled a muscle in my chest. It hurts!

Anyway, I’ve got to go get ready to go camping tomorrow.