Happy Friday the 13th. I’m not superstitious, but there is something that always seems special about this day. There is such a stigma surrounding it that it always seems like something should happen on it. Of course, I’m hoping it’s an uneventful and easy day. I could use one of those.
Next week I am moving. Thursday to be exact, so I might not be around as much as normal. I’m going to try to get all my posts scheduled this weekend so I don’t have to worry about them. I haven’t started packing yet at all. I don’t even have any boxes yet.
You would think I’d be better at this moving thing since I seem to do it every year, but I seem to be getting worse and worse. I am moving into my 10th apartment in 11 years. My first couple times I was completely packed with everything nice and neat in boxes ready to go on moving day. My brother-in-law, who has helped me moved almost every time, said he never had such an easy time moving someone. Which is probably why he keeps helping me. But last time involved packing as things were being thrown into the truck, and this time, I’m not even sure what will happen. I shudder just to think about it. Honestly, if I could just skip over the next 2-3 weeks and have everything be done already, I’d do it in a heartbeat.
Why am I dreading this so much? I don’t often talk about very personal things here, but I feel the need to share. My husband and I are separating, and I am taking my son with me. So things have been pretty tense this month, and will get more so over the next week before I leave. And will continue to be bad over the following two weeks as he realizes I am serious and not letting him back this time.
On some good news, I think I have found a hotel room for BEA. Which is a huge relief. Just waiting for confirmation, but even just thinking that this might be done makes me feel great.
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