I hate moving! I just wanted to get that out there, but I don't feel any better about it. I have been moving for the last month. It is horrible - the chaos & unruly laundry hampers everywhere.
My life is a big ball of stress and I have fallen into a stress-induced walking-coma. I'm here, the lights are on, but no one is answering the freakin' doorbell. The worst part is that I am in the attic, looking out the window wondering what's going on & why I can't find the door. Its hard to explain, especially since I'm not sure what is going on - its not an emotional roller-coaster, its an emotional blender. I have feelings a'la baby food.
Too many analogies? Maybe. But its important for me to try and explain the inexplicable- my mind.
