The past week has felt like a complete whirlwind.  Anxiety inducing and filled with stressful days followed by sleepless nights.  In 2 days I leave for Maine.  When I return from Maine in 4 days, I’ll be officially homeless for the following 3 days.  After my 3 days of homelessness, I’ll spend 5 days in Mexico. When I return from the destination wedding/vacation in Mexico, I’ll go directly from the airport to my new apartment.  Yes, the new apartment that I’ll be sharing with the boyf. Then, and only then, can I relax.

If after reading that timeline you don’t understand my stress, let me elaborate on a few key facts.

• Problem: My current lease expires on Sunday, 3 full days before my new lease beings on Thursday.  That means being homeless, and accompanied by 24 years worth of clothes and belongings for 3 full days.  Solution: $200 storage unit.
• Problem: I’m leaving after work on Friday for a 2-part Maine visit that is taking place during my final weekend in my apartment of 2 years.  This means I need to be completely packed and moved out of my entire apartment by Thursday night.
• Problem: My move-in date falls on the same day as our flight to Mexico.  Our flight to Mexico leaves Boston at 8AM leaving absolutely no time to move into our new apartment beforehand. Solution: Unfortunately, we just have to move in after Mexico.

If you still don’t sympathize, let me translate what all of this moving and traveling means… in girl terms.  In addition to packing and cleaning and storing all of my belongings by Thursday, I also needed to pack, well in advance, for like 5 different occasions/trips.  Maybe not 5, but I do have the following small suitcases all packed, separately in my room right now:

• 3 days of work clothing for Wednesday-Friday
• One weekend’s worth of clothing for my Maine trip.  Includes 2 days at the farm  where we’ll celebrate the boyfriend’s grandparents’s 50th anniversary and 1 day at the lake where we’ll visit with the boyfriend’s dear friend from college.
• 3 more days of work clothing for Monday-Wednesday
• 5 days worth of clothing for a 90 degree and humid vacation in Mexico.  Includes rehearsal attire and wedding night attire.

I’m exhausted.  I’ve barely slept all week.  My body is sore from moving heaving items and trash bags filled with shit.  My chest is filled with anxiety.  And everywhere I look, all I see are boxes.  Boxes that remind me of the fact that I’m leaving my best friend and roommate of 3 years.  Boxes that remind me that I’m moving in with the love of my life.  Boxes that remind me that I have way too much left to do, and far too little time.