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Overwhelmed
Jan. 7th, 2019 12:07 amSo on Thursday we closed on the house in Illinois. The first days of the new year was spent moving most of our furniture and stuff into pods, cleaning, mopping, etc. Fun fact: If you go to Lowe's on January 1, employees outnumber the shoppers and you can get questions answered and stuff purchased at a rapid pace...it was surreal. We rented a carpet cleaner and cleaned all the rugs before rolling them up to be moved.
At ass'o'clock this morning, Scott got up to go to the airport; he's going to be gone the rest of the month, and get back just in time for our actual move. He'll be with me in Illinois for a week, then come back here and finish cleaning up and the rest of the packing, such as it is, to put our house on the market.
This is of course all contingent on actually getting my job letter this month, as promised. If we don't, I'm still moving to Ill. with the animals and a car full of stuff. If the job falls through altogether--which, all gods willing, it won't--we'll rent the Illinois house out and move all our stuff back inside. But I wish this would be resolved, sooner rather than later. Academia, man.
So in the meantime, I have three weeks of peace and quiet, such as it is, to write and try to finish my dissertation revisions. That's...a lot. But hopefully managable. We'll see. I need to work around my mental block, my panic, my imposter syndrome, all of that, and just get it done.
It's a lot. So.
At ass'o'clock this morning, Scott got up to go to the airport; he's going to be gone the rest of the month, and get back just in time for our actual move. He'll be with me in Illinois for a week, then come back here and finish cleaning up and the rest of the packing, such as it is, to put our house on the market.
This is of course all contingent on actually getting my job letter this month, as promised. If we don't, I'm still moving to Ill. with the animals and a car full of stuff. If the job falls through altogether--which, all gods willing, it won't--we'll rent the Illinois house out and move all our stuff back inside. But I wish this would be resolved, sooner rather than later. Academia, man.
So in the meantime, I have three weeks of peace and quiet, such as it is, to write and try to finish my dissertation revisions. That's...a lot. But hopefully managable. We'll see. I need to work around my mental block, my panic, my imposter syndrome, all of that, and just get it done.
It's a lot. So.
