The Beginning of the End

It’s started to sink in.

The fact that this is actually happening, that we have to leave this home behind. Today, dad had me start looking for rental houses. He’s being very picky about prices. He wants to stick in prices at about $500-$600. Which is going to be really hard to find for a three bedroom, two bathroom home that is in good shape and allows pets.


Then when we got home, our outside cat (who has been around for at least ten years) was around and we talked about what we would do with her. Dad said we could just leave her behind. That didn’t help the emotional turmoil I was already in over the fact that we are actually looking at houses now. We really are loosing this home.

He told me he wanted to go ahead and find a place. We aren’t making house payments anymore, so it won’t really be an added expense. Then we can just go ahead and start moving our furniture out and all our things. Which will make cleaning the house up easier. Especially since we can’t put it up for sale until the realtor comes and looks at it. And we certainly can’t try to sell it as messy as it is. We’re going to have to do something, but the workload is huge and daunting.

On top of this, I start a new semester in three weeks. I’m scared how I’m going to handle the workload of school on top of all of this, especially if the workload is anything like it was last semester. Plus, I’m supposed to be looking for a job because in about a month, the one I have now is going to slow way down like it always does this time of year. I have anxiety problems. I don’t know how all of this happening at once is going to go.

In other news, the next few days will at least provide a distraction. Tomorrow morning, I’m going with the lady I work for to a lesson with one of her horses, Hannah, who gave me trouble when I was working last week. The only downside is that it’s at seven in the morning. Then tomorrow night, I’m going out with my friends for one of their birthdays. And Friday is the Olympics Opening Ceremony, and I’m watching it with another friend. Right now, distraction is what I need, at least a little chance every day to forget what’s happening so I don’t think and worry about it too much.

I’m not sure how it’s going to go when I have to actually start packing up my things.