moving

I've decided moving is a desperate, stressful, almost hit your wall, better do it with your family so you can yell at them, spiritual experience.  You could say I've hit my wall.  Without my wonderful family - I'd still be in the fetal position laying in the grass somewhere between SLC and Big D. 

Heavens to betsey I had no idea just how heavy my crap is!! There might have been a moment today where I wanted to swear off all possessions and resort to a life in a teepee somewhere in New Mexico. Whenever I have my run away fantasy - it is always this.

I knew this wouldn't be easy, I knew it wouldn't.  I've been so sure that this move was the right thing that I hadn't really thought the logistics through. Today, with my neck completely locked up (the good Lord knows he can keep me down with a really good kink in my neck) and me running on fumes, I really had to just sit down and watch.people.help.me.  Watch them sweat and strain and push and pull and lift and tug just.for.me. I had to accept it, I had to say no to my inner self crying to get up, do it all myself and then make them all a big supper.  It was hard but I think it really is okay to take some help when it is needed. I think.

Because I am at my wall, I hired to big dudes to come and unload the uhaul tomorrow when we get to Austin.  I may be poor, but I am not crazy.  I think sometimes saving money and doing it myself is really more a show of my pride than my frugality. Two big dudes meeting my rig at 3pm tomorrow - you are the best damn $90 I've ever spent.