I wasn't awoken by a nightmare
I didn't have to go to the bathroom .. I did because the dream wasn't terrible and I was clearly awake ... Mom always said, once you're over 30, don't bother passing a bathroom without stopping in. You'll realize too late that mistake...
I truly believed that I'd happily fall back to sleep...
But I didn't...
I lay there trying to do so, only to finally open my eyes and find the clock glaring back at me ... 4:50am.
Fuck it. Get up.
Made coffee, got the dogs out, tidied up the kitchen, and went out to the shop for a smoke.
My mind is reeling with all the possibilities about where we will move next.
I thought about trying to counter the new owner's proposed rent with what we can actually afford.
I thought about those people that said they only have places available for a short term and what was happening with those places when that term was over..and why I didn't ask when they said so.
I thought about the pending conversation I've booked with a friend today after work, who's parents moved into the smaller home on their property, and if this is going to even possibly be fruitful.
And my brain was picturing the option of having to live in our trailer for a couple months until we can find anything that fits what we need.
We can't live in an apartment or attached home...the dogs would get us evicted.
We don't want to drive an hour to get to work. It's just not feasible for the dogs or our sanity.
Something is coming, and I hate to be impatient asking for it to come sooner than later. It feels rude.
But this is day 6 of just wanting to cry when someone asks what's going on.
Tomorrow I'll start packing again. We have plans to go see friends for supper and it's Friday, so the weekend and a couple days off will hopefully help. I booked the day off in hopes that V and I could get out for a round of golf, and even that feels like wasteful spending.
6:43am ... Looks like I'll be at work in time for open for a change today.
