Esmeralda_Bramble

Like a Moth to a Flame
2019-08-18 15:16:15 (UTC)

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It's been a while since I made a diary worthy update about my life. The past 2-3 months had been a shitstorm, well, not really, but I made big changes to my life. After 13 years of living in the same city and 11 years working for the same company, I decided to jumble things up. I was offered a job, I took it, and now I'm moving to a brand spanking new city.

Yes, now I'm sitting on an empty apartment apart from some sleeping paraphernalia (e.g. exercise mat, a blanket, some bed linens, a yoga mat, old clothes, and pillow), my ac unit, clothes and shoes I'm going to take with me, and a full stock fridge. hahaha.

July had been a busy month for me. I over committed at work, had multiple project deadlines by the end of the month. Also the month I decided to quit and finally tell my superiors. I gave them one month's notice. They counter offered but I already made up my mind. But once August hits, I took 3 days off work, went to the new city and started my apartment hunting. I found my top 2 choices after looking at 3 apartments in the morning, but continued looking in the afternoon til the next day. I applied the next morning, and the third day I signed my lease. Went back to work and finished my last week of work. Rested over the weekend and started contacting movers on a Monday. Found out I can only afford to do consolidated move (my stuff are loaded in a big ass truck along with other people's stuff and they get shipped at the same time) which means it would take 10-14 business days before my stuff gets to my new place. Right after I chose movers, I started packing. I thought I didn't have lots of stuff but I have tons of fucking clothes. I donated already but I still have loads of clothes!!! Also have my fucking collection of exercise dvds which I couldn't get rid of yet, a bin and a half full of books, and a bunch of kitchen stuff. For things I couldn't bring anymore, my friends were scavenging from my stuff. So yeah, finished packing in 2 days, finally the movers came and hauled my stuff away. Since I have nowhere else to go, I have to stay in my empty apartment for 1.5 weeks before I can go to the new city. I'll stay over the weekend at my sister's first before getting my keys and what not. I hope my stuff gets there my first week there. I don't want to think about unloading and unpacking once work starts.

Yeah, it had been physically, emotionally, mentally, and financially draining. I'm definitely exhausted, my shoulder injury has been aggravated, and my bank account draining very quickly.

My friend and I had been cooking the past week and the coming week. We make good food, but we only eat once a day. That's all we can afford to eat these days. I haven't been working out. Still tackling a bunch of errands I need to work on. I'm just shattered and out of shape. Maybe, just maybe, once I finally settle there, by myself, I can start taking care of myself again. Be healthy, practice what I've learned in life, and hopefully I will do better in writing this new volume. But for now, I'm still in limbo, going to get some sleep, watch tv, cook, eat, last minute errands, and hopefully make it to the other end. I'm getting there!




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