Dear life, When I said "can my day get any worse" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge.
I'm pointing at one of my pimples.
I'm pointing at one of my pimples.
Moving can be stressful. Moving to a different state is on a whole other level. Golly! I have at least ten pimples on my face due to the stress with work, school, and planning this move to Portland. It has affected my relationship. We did have a talk though after my melt down, and we snapped each other out of our funk. We love each other very much, I know we can get through this, and this will only make us stronger. We just keep getting bad news though. But we'll persevere.
Yesterday I was at it again, searching Craigslist and multiple property management websites. I seriously had little luck getting a hold of people. Gordon Properties is the place that really annoyed me. I called multiple times, left emails, and voice mails and no response at all. School has seriously been placed on the back burner. I don't really know what's going on with my classes. Mike will probably be disappointed in me, but I can't concentrate. I have too much on my platter. Looking for a place is time consuming. I need to be more organized because I'm forgetting which properties I've applied for, contacted, and scratched off the list.
Please pray for us. Please send us some luck. Till next time. Be {sweet like shhgrr} to one another.
p.s.
I do have a few people to thank: Sophia, Jessica, Frankie Tease, and Richard, for all their encouragement and helping me move forward.

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