Meltdown #1 (Tomorrow Is Another Day...)

Meltdown #1

Last night I had my first full blown freakout about this whole "I'm packing up all of my crap and moving to Seattle in 6 months--oh, and I don't have a job! Or any money! But damn, I've got some cute shoes, wanna see?" thing. I'm thinking of starting a pool on how many meltdowns I'm going to have between now and March, particularly during the four months that Colby will be deployed.

I decided that we should start discussing moving companies vs U-hauls last night at around 10 o'clock my time. Probably the first problem. (Noted: Do not begin highly stressful conversations involving lots and lots of money after 9 o'clock at night.) It seems like my options are that I can pay an arm and a leg for the truck and all of the equipment to do a self move and pay all of my friends in Pizza Hut to break their backs loading all of my stuff into a large, cavernous truck or I can pay two arms and two legs for some other company to come do this for me. The main problem here is that right now I really don't even have an arm, not to mention multiple arms and legs floating around to be used as payment. And I sort of feel like that metaphor broke down a couple of sentences ago.

Anyway, I was laying in bed cutely protesting to Colby that there is no way in heck I'm driving a 24' truck, and oh my God, this whole situation is so hilarious, I should probably really start saving money now! And then suddenly I'm in the middle of a total breakdown involving tears, sniffling, shaking, and definite nausea. Jack was licking my hand in concern and Colby was telling me that it was good to get the stress off my chest and talk about it, and that we would both probably have some moments of fear about the upcoming decisions and that we'd just have to be there for each other and support the other person when they were going through their freakouts. Which was so perfectly said that I just kind of whimpered and said, "You just can't freakout at the same time as me." I can be so eloquent sometimes.

I'm feeling better after getting some sleep, but I can still feel the stress bubbling under the surface. I wish that I had more time to get this figured out, but I won't feel comfortable when Colby deploys in November if we haven't gotten at least most of the details worked out. My last day at work is March 2nd and his expected return from deployment is just a few days after that, so there's going to be approximately zero time then to iron out details. I know that things will work out--they always do, but I can't help but be nervous about all of the changes that are going to be taking place in my life in a very short amount of time.

BUT, I did get some super cute work clothes on sale for great prices at J Crew and Anne Taylor Loft, so I feel like as long as I'm dressed appropriately, life just can't get too messy. Let's hear it for famous last words now...

August 28, 2006 in Holy Shit I'm Moving | Permalink

Comments

Yikes- you're right, that's a lot of things to sort out.

If you get the right job though- they'll pay for moving expenses to have you move out here. I've done it once and my husband has done it twice.

Let's focus on THAT option. Kill two birds with one stone. ;)

Posted by: RisibleGirl | August 28, 2006 at 06:15 PM

I thought the military always paid for one last move, even when you get out? If you do decide to leave behind all the big items and just move personal stuff, I used the US bulk mail when I moved from TX to Hawaii and it was cheaper than a moving company (about $1 per lbs.). And then you can put all your valuables in your car and drive up. Moving is such a pain!

Posted by: Becky | August 28, 2006 at 06:55 PM