The Stress of Moving

is really getting to me.

I was sick with bronchitis/ a throat infection(I believe I was, anyway. I couldn't go to the doctor) two weeks ago, and am still slowly getting over it. I'm sure the reason I'm not healed is because I literally have no time to actually rest. Between packing/moving my furniture and boxes into Love's house, work, cooking, cleaning, and pass-out sessions that really don't help at all, I feel even more run down than I did when I was sick.

I have until tomorrow to get the rest of my crap out of my house, and I can't even do that because I work 2-11. The moving truck for my parents comes on Tuesday around 8 in the morning, leaving very little time for my dad to help me bring everything over. My coworkers have helped, but I still have the bulk of my furniture- my computer desk, hutches, and dresser- to move, and all the people with trucks can't help me until it's too late.

Plus, the fears of being on my own are getting to me. It's not necessarily myself that I'm worried about, either. With me staying here and my sister moving to Florida, my mom won't have any of her children close to her. And with my dad working 24/7 as a district manager, he'll barely be home. What if she gets incredibly sick again and no one can take care of her? I was able to help her last time, being able to go to the store and buy her what she needed, and cook for her and keep the house and cats under control. But she won't have me to look after her. It terrifies me to think that something could happen to her that wouldn't have if I moved in with them.

Love is making things much easier to take, though. I have no doubts about living with him, though it will take a bit of getting used to. He's done so much for us already regarding the whole moving situation, and just today he mowed the lawn for us. He's been reassuring me that everything will be alright, and I believe him. I met his father for the first time yesterday. He seemed genuinely happy because I made his son happy, and was glad that I was moving in. That also gave me a tiny bit of peace-of-mind.

I'm still worried, stressed, and probably won't be able to have a day to myself for a looooooooooong while, but I have hope that everything will be alright.