Well I said I would give the details, so I figured I might as well get on with it now.

Everything pretty much clicked into place. Funding came through on time, I got my place on time, stuff hooked-up on time etc.. One of those really meant to be things.

I was extremely exhuasted last week to say the least. I was still recouping from the funeral and attempting to pack. My family drove me nuts. My father and brother moved me (never again) and changed dates and plans faster than a teen girl changes her clothes. My two day move turned into a three day move. I had to stay at my dads Saturday and Sunday night. Wow was I unimpressed. I was told how to do it and when to do it. I had no sleep and ate Ativan like candy. They were being very passive-aggressive about me moving. They didn't want me to go and took their sweet time loaded up the trucks and U-Haul because of it. It took them almost 12 hours to load up. I had everything packed. I felt like I was watching a bunch of politicians conferr over where the boxes should go.

I screamed at them a few times and just about completely lost it Saturday night. I drove back to my Dad's with tears pouring down my face and shaking like a leaf but managed to suck it up by the time I got there. My god my family knows what buttons to push to send me over the edge.

Sunday my step-mom helped me clean (thank freaking god cause it was an aweful mess) so we got that done in record time. My god that house really was a little dive. Nasty nasty.

We left for T.Bay at five am on Monday morning and amazingly the move, itself, went as smooth as it could. In fact it was a great day. Dad and Bill moved everything heavy for me (so that I wouldn't hurt my back again) and even made sure all the big stuff was hooked up, re-assembled, and in the right rooms. I am very grateful for this!

My brother tried to get me to drive around the city and hunt down food for them quite a few times. When I finally explained to him that I had three hours sleep and how much medication was in my system and that I knew I was impaired and shouldn't drive, he backed off.

This town house rocks, btw. It's two stories with a full basement. I have tons of room, there is no mold, birds or bugs, and it's full of light. It's wonderful. The stairs are killing me though! LOL I am not used to them at all. I swear I will have buns'o'steel in two months just from that! LMAO...

I've been running on pure nervousness, excitement and exhuastion for well over a week now and I am expecting the big "crash." I'm quite sure it will hit after my intake appointment for therapy next week.

Um.. well that is about it.

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