08/02/2023
It’s a tired body from hauling mattresses and furniture, and all of the things. It’s rain when there are mattresses still left in the U-Haul so everyone has to haul ass to beat the weather. It’s dirt everywhere from the wet foot prints tracked into the house. It’s attempting to figure out where the hell your hairdryer is and then realizing that you left it back in the house in the other county. It’s your joints aching and muscles screaming and we won’t even talk about the inflammation. It’s two kids that don’t want to move to a different county. It’s me solely taking care of switching both boys to another school district, making sure everybody has their school supplies, funding those school supplies, because well, single motherhood and no financial help from the other parent. It’s having to wake up extra early the day after a pretty turbulent move, to head to a four hour shadowing interview in a different county to only be told that they need someone that can work weekends after a virtual meeting where you were told the opposite. It’s tying up loose ends and setting up a new place to call home. It’s stress, it’s worry. It’s cleaning the entire house when you can barely lift your arms and your legs have already given up. It’s more laundry, running around, making sure that both boys have everything to start school, making sure that the school district even knows that they exist, it’s a move immediately following a break up, it’s change, its defeat, its new beginnings, and a mixture of feelings. It’s leaving the county that you’ve always known and entering into something new. It’s a roller coaster. And it’s the moment you feel you’re about to give up and drop to the floor crying when you happen to look out your window and this is your view. Life gets hard sometimes, like really hard. But somehow the universe always knows what you need and there’s beauty even in the messiest of situations, if only you allow yourself to receive it.
