A long few days.

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I was not nearly ready, and even at this time, things are looking grim. At least all of the big things are in the truck, the Xterra is loaded, and just a ton of minor and little things are left for the haul. My lady friend came through, as did my neighbor and several friends of his. It was still too hot when I returned with the rig and SUV in tow, but my neighbor and friends did most of the lifting. After they finished that part I was able to jump into the shower, turn on the a/c, and get my core temp in order. Once that was done, I was able to dig back in.

I bawled like a baby when saying goodbye to my lady friend. We agree on nothing, we do not even think enough alike to disagree properly. I cannot say I ever hate her, though I do worry about her, disagree with just about everything she thinks and how she comes to think those things, and such. It is a weird relationship, but it was one of the things that was precious to me. I have moved, and often enough, that I am pretty sure that is the end. Tears well, the throat tightens, and I hurt even as I write this. But I know it is as it must be. Perhaps she will call from time to time, or write, perhaps email when she gets such. But at the distance and with so little in common, this is an end I believe.

My neighbors will be greatly missed as well. I feel I have been a great burden to them, though, so there is some comfort there. They are busy as a family and professionally. Now they can get on with their serious work, family, and such. They might not feel it, but I feel like it will be better not to have such stresses from a strange neighbor. That goodbye will be very sad, though, too. I will deal with it when it comes. Thankfully, those are the only long term goodbyes I have.

I had best get back to packing. Time is short, work, lots of it, remains, and a very long drive, plus unloading and sorting is left to me. After I am at the apartment, unloaded as I can be there, the rest in storage, and a few food items and amenities assured, I can then lock myself in, bawl to my hearts need, rest as I can, then begin anew. No more fear remains, only bated curiosity and a little hope.

Good night. I will try to blog on the road, well, at the hotels. Both have internet access. It depends upon how exhausted I am though too, especially that first night. Be well.