I have been cranky all day...feeling pushed...and prickly. WGB insisted I go get my certified birth certificate in San Jose, which only took an hour, but I just didn't want to do it. He wants to get my passport done and ready.
My heart has not caught up with my head. I KNOW we can't stay here, but this has been my home all of my life. But in retirement we cannot afford to live here, and then the final blow, our owners called, they are coming with a Realtor on March 18th, so we REALLY have to have most of our stuff out since that means less than a month once they put it on the market! Fuck we have a lot to do, think of and try to get a plan which WGB likes to fly by the seat of his ass...I am a planner... it creates anxiety.
So most of the night was spent packing...this will be my life for the next few months...
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