When Can I Scream?!

My daughter’s move to the dorm went exceptionally well.  She and her roommate cooperated nicely (I’ve heard this is to be expected - - at first) while organizing and decorating their dorm room.  She updated us with texts, pictures and videos along the days of our trek across the country as we headed back “home” to our old west coast stomping grounds.

After 1900 miles and 4 days, our tiny caravan of the U-haul and my 4Runner reached our California home.  The trip was quite uneventful, as far as road trips go.  My 2002 Toyota keeps on chugging along even with 250,000+ miles on it. I enjoyed many hours of conversation with my son (he drove because he says I drive too slowly) and listened to ridiculous amounts of his favorite musician… Lil Dicky (okay, so those lyrics are slightly eventful, but that’s an entirely different post).

Now, I have been handling the major adjustments rather well, so far: Our reconciliation went on fast forward after Oklahoma’s budget crisis took 60% of my income while giving me anxiety issues over how my peeps will fair with the unwelcome treatment interruption.  I learned that I will have to step down to intern status in California after working so hard to gain my license and establish my private practice in Oklahoma- if I choose to remain in this profession. My daughter went off to college- or rather, my daughter went to college and I went off to another state. My four and a half year old had her first day of school.

Keep those balls a-juggling.

After unloading the truck at the storage unit (remember, we still don’t have a house), we took our remaining items to the apartment where we started to settle in and yes, continue our house hunt.

Do I really need to go through this again?  With our previous experiences still fresh in our wired little minds, and with boxes o’plently all around our crowded temporary dwelling, we offered well over asking price. Yet after two days of negotiations and painful waiting, we heard back: someone came in with a cash offer.  The seller accepted that.
(Long, dramatic, crying, life-is-not-fair rant.)

I have been all over the place- geographically and emotionally- in the past several days.  I literally feel on the edge of some sort of breakdown.  Technically speaking, I’m not wrong.

Stress scale credit: http://www.stress.org

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