We Are Go For Thursday

It's official.

8 A.M. on Thursday, my house will take its little jaunt across the road and be planted on the other side, right smack between the apple trees.

It took a LOT of phone calls (about seven or eight today alone) and screaming (all me, really) and Mum running every which where because I can't, not right now, and emails and some more phone calls and me jumping up in fright every time the bloody phone rang again, but Stage 2 of this process is underway.

Next is Stage 3, getting all those permits and getting my house hooked up to water, septic, electricity, gas, and phone lines. That will be coming in the next couple of weeks. I'm temporarily moving into Mum and Dad's for a bit because the house won't be fit to live in for a while yet, and I have to be out of my apartment by next week Wednesday.

I just have to survive Thursday morning without having a heart attack, or my mother having a heart attack, or anyone else having one. It would tie things up so unmercifully.

(I did just watch Doctor Who's new episode, so forgive the very not-me language suddenly popping up.)

Sigh.

Here we go. Most stressful part of this whole thing is about to begin. I  have the feeling I might not remember very much of it because it'll feel like a dream, or a nightmare, or a combination of both. My graduation days were all kind of like that - I was so afraid of tripping over my own feet (it's me, so this is always a possibility) that I didn't enjoy the day as much as the ones who got to watch it happen. I have to remember to breathe, and maybe find a balloon with sand in it to squeeze so that I don't kill a folding chair's armrests.

Or just have some ambulance people equip me with an oxygen tank and a box with labels that I can shred, or bubble wrap, or a pot to clean. Something, anything to relieve the tension. I am going to hurt so much on Friday because of all the stress.

Gotta get some sleep. Next two days are going to be crazy.

Ta,
Bec