Eleven Days.

So first of all, I recently have been keeping a "hidden files" blog here on my computer. I want to post them so you all at home really know what I am thinking/feeling/what is going on with me lately, but at the same, I don't feel super comfortable posting everything online for just anyone to read. So I guess I might just keep them my "hidden files" and people can have a look/read later. Or if I ever make all these posts into a book for myself, I will add them and it can be the "Un-Edited Edition". Cool. But with that said, on to the thoughts of the day.

Today is Saturday and we have officially started the whole moving process (again). Yesterday I had a 12 and 1/2 hour work day and by the end of it I wanted to pretty much just start crying. It's just... a lot. That said, I was with Emilian for the day yesterday here, at the house in Bonn, and I think he can read the energy that something is happening because he was just really hard yesterday. Crying almost all day and just really, ugh, yeah I dunno, hard. Then at around 3 or so, Kai had called Lisa and asked for us to all come out to the new house to help. So we got in the car after I fed Emilian and headed out at around 3:45 or so and got to the new house about 30 minutes later. The house is cute and all, but it is definitely in the middle of no-where. It worries me a little that I won't be very happy there at all, considering it was such a hard time for me to meet people and make friends living in a city like Bonn, and now I will be living in a sleepy little town where everyone appears to be (from what I have seen from yesterday) over the age of 70. The house we are moving into, the previous owners left pretty much everything. So we have to go through it all and clean it and then figure out what to do with all this crap. Also, the wallpaper is all being taken down in most of the rooms and everything is being painted. And then of course, there is my room, which again is in the basement (which isn't that big of a deal to me), but at the moment, is in no way livable. So again, I will be staying in what will be Johanna's room until mine is done. Which who knows when that will be. Ugh.. I hate moving. I didn't get home last night from the new house until about 10pm and was absolutely exhausted. I slept until about 11 this morning--it felt great. But now I am up and it's noon and I do not look forward in any way to what will most likely be in store for me today. I got a text from Lisa about 15 minutes ago that read "it would be super if you could help a little bit later". I replied back with yes, of course--because I had already come into this day knowing it was going to suck and that I would be helping with the move again. Ugh. At this point, these next 11 days will probably (and sadly so) be the longest eleven days of my life.

Alright.. just got another text. I need to go pack up Lisa's office into boxes. FML. See everyone soon, I can't wait. xoxo