Moving day is getting closer, many many things on the house list are getting done, but it’s an unbelievably expensive time and there is a high level of panic going on.
I’ve spent most of the last week feeling thoroughly under the weather, having had two colds on the bounce, but have had to keep going because of the volume of stuff that needs to be done. People helpfully tell me to rest (bluntly in some cases), and to find time for myself, and I know they mean well but at the moment it’s like a red rag to a bull.
In a way all I am doing is spending time on myself. I have a finite deadline, the classic cliche of an immovable feast, and apart from a lot of practical help from my parents, I really am on my own getting everything done. There is no other option. I can ease up once I’ve moved and once Fresher’s Week is out of the way, but until then there is not much choice. Moving from one end of the country, from a huge house to a small house, does not just happen.
I’ve just taken 2 sick days from work. I have felt so ill that I have had to give in. I have tried to shut myself off from stressing about everything and sleep when I’ve needed to but my head is pounding so it’s been difficult. It’s scary being ill and managing my asthma and trying not to panic as it makes it worse. I drove my car across the road today to leave my drive free for the floor fitters, and felt very unsafe. Because I have handed my notice in at work, I am no longer entitled to sick pay. I frightened myself today by calculating that the money I have lost is equivalent to 3 months’ food money. I am quite frugal on food for me and my pooches, plus I am not very tall, but even I can’t exist on fresh air. That money will have to be found from somewhere.
Life is about to change in a huge way. It’s completely what I’ve signed up for, but I am genuinely starting to panic. I’m completely overwhelmed. I think I feel worse about everything because I am ill, and am hoping I feel better on many levels very soon. People close to me are and have been much more ill, and I do know I am lucky to be generally healthy, and I am grateful, I really am.
I have a lot of clearing out to do – several years worth of accumulated clutter from a couple of previous live-in relationships, plus a LOT of sheet music and a LOT of bank/debt-related paperwork. Lots of clothes I don’t wear, although I have been gradually getting more brutal on this front.
Once I have packed the things I want to take with me, I am moving into a new house, where I know no-one, and I am starting again. No security of a day-to-day work routine. Other than getting up, going to bed, eating and taking my dogs out, everything else is unknown.
It’s a tremendous opportunity to build a whole new life, but I am under no illusion how hard it’s going to be, and at the moment I am feeling very alone. This really isn’t a pity party, although I know it sounds like it. I am excited too but also very bogged down right now.
I’ve taken some comfort from the fantastic FlyLady – all concept of housework/home management went out of the window a while ago but I don’t want this lack of control to carry on into my new house.
I have to dig my harp out tomorrow as I have a wedding on Saturday and I need to practice. I haven’t played since the last wedding I did 3 weeks ago. I feel guilty about it but haven’t been able to spare any time for practicing.
I feel better this evening than I have done for days, so I am optimistic that tomorrow I will be better still, and I can start making things happen again.