Yesterday was easily the most stressful day of my entire life. Warning… this is long.
I had to finish packing everything into the only luggage I still own. Only everything wasn't fitting. I had to contact friends and have someone bring over boxes which another friend is taking to the PO to ship for me. Of course, I didn't get the boxes until the last minute, so I just had a pile of junk on the floor which I threw into a box just before moving out of the apartment. Stress.
I had to get rid of all the furniture that was left. I had buyers lined up for all the major stuff, and almost all of them fell through. I ended up freecycling everything yesterday. It took ALL DAY to find someone to take my bed. GIVING AWAY my bed which I paid over $400 for and is only two years old hurt a lot. Having to STRUGGLE to find someone to give it away to was very depressing. I was really hoping to get a little bit of money out of that, and a few other things I ended up giving away. Moving to another continent is expensive! I GAVE away my sofa, my coffee table, my computer desk. And all day I was worried sick that something would be left over at the end of the day. Stress stress.
A friend was supposed to come over and help take care of some of the damage one of the cats caused to the apartment, because I'm not so handy and it involved putty and hammers and whatnot. He didn't show. More stress. I was so depressed by the afternoon that I just stopped cleaning and decided the landlord can just have the security deposit.
I got a letter from the landlord that he hasn't received the rent check I mailed at the beginning of the month. I have no idea why as I did actually mail it. Apparently if he doesn't receive payment by today I will be evicted. This made me laugh a bit as I'm already out of the apartment today. (I'm on a friend's sofabed at the moment, until he drives me to the airport later.) But still stress all the same, as I have done nothing wrong, and I'm not entirely sure where my checkbook is if I need to write another check. I'd prefer not to have an eviction on my record in case DH and I end up stateside later. Stress.
The cats were picked up in the morning. I knew it would be hard to see them go, but I just about had a breakdown. I cried for a good solid 15 minutes at having to go through the rest of the day alone, and not being able to see them for nearly a month. I know that I did what's best for them, but it was very hard. Stress.
Which brings me to… I had arranged to have them transported to Denmark this week so that DH would be able to pick them up (they know and like him, so they'll have some familiarity) and try to get them comfortable before he leaves for Florida. His parents were to take care of them while he was away, including our honeymoon in Iceland. Well, on Monday they decided they needed to take a vacation to the summerhouse. During EXACTLY the two weeks when DH is away. So, no one to take care of the cats. Stress. And anger. And more stress.
MIL says, "why don't you just put them in a kennel?" I just about blew up. Yes, I really want to spend a whole bunch of money to board my cats for TWO WEEKS because I just have all this money laying around and I don't know what to do with it. I didn't want any furniture for the new condo we just bought anyway. Also, my cats will have just moved across the world, and, have you ever met a cat? They don't really deal so well with change. Hmm. Let's board them right away so they get more change. Great idea, MIL!
After much debate, we decided to cancel the honeymoon. Stress. And money to cancel. And more money because this was all during an international phone call on my cell. I've come to terms with the honeymoon situation because this means I will start my life in Denmark a little earlier, and overall this is good. But still stress. This means the cats are alone for 5 days instead of two weeks, and DH convinced a friend to stop by to feed them daily. Not so ideal, but choices are limited.
The evil inside of me hopes the ILs feel really awful when they find out we had to cancel the honeymoon.
Today I fly to Florida to live with my parents for three weeks. Why do I not see an end to the stress quite yet?