Well, I've opened every box and only put away 2 of them. On Monday, I waited for the cable guy all morning. When he finally got here, he was taking his shoes off inside the door and before he finished, I knew his whole life story. God, give me a break.
After the initial exodus, I went back for my hanging clothes and all the odds and ends. It took 3 car loads, and somewhere in between that, I cleaned the apartment and shampooed the carpets (part of the agreement).
I'm not planning on staying here but for a few years, but I didn't realize moving would be so hard on my body. I'm planning on moving only one more time, but I'm not sure my body can do it. Ten years ago, everything would have been put away by now and I would be doing my Christmas shopping. Instead, my whole body aches and the ends of my fingers have blisters on them so big that I cannot do much of anything that involves my fingers. That doesn't leave much, even typing hurts. (I had a reprieve by going to my daughter's house for Thanksgiving. She didn't ask that I cook anything and I didn't have to do the dishes.)
Something else I didn't realize is now that I have to do everything by myself, it takes much longer to get it all done - not that it just takes twice the time, but some of it I'm not "equipped" to do, like having the strength/height to move the washer or put in a garbage disposal. When there are 2 people moving, there are 2 people to share all the little time consuming things, like sit around and wait for the cable guy, or go have the utilities changed, or send out change of address cards. I've not had to organize the garage, drill the holes for the kitchen cabinet doors, or set up the surround sound before this. There is tons of laundry to do and curtains to hang still.
All of it takes so much time and I am so tired and sore - and discouraged. I broke 2 drill bits last night on the cabinet doors (oak), (cheap drill and bits), I haven't had time to order a new outside door, and there is a big a$$ wasp in the kitchen somewhere (he got away while I looked for the swatter). I don't know where to turn next, which "thing" to pick up next. I don't know what I was thinking, buying a house with all it's work.
I know I'm in trouble when I begin to revert to the things that are familiar to me. Things like being in my car going somewhere and sitting in my bed with my computer on my lap. I want to get the kitchen put together today, but it's too big a job. I'll have to pick just one thing in the kitchen and begin with that.
If I were a child, I'd be crying to go home. If only I had some ruby slippers... If only I knew where home is.