Ambitous now, procrastinator later

 There's less swarming in my head today.

Got the bank stuff dealt with. Now I wait.

I hate waiting.

Tomorrow is Friday, this week has gone by so fast but at the same time so slow?

I have a weekend of packing and cleaning ahead of me, not very exciting but at least there's wine.

I've been seeing my parents for the past year, as my husband is usually away, so I'm hoping we can maybe bbq some burgers this weekend and sit out in the sun.

Husband packed my favourite mugs, I'm tempted to unpack two of them and only use those the next two weeks.  This weekend, I intend to clean all the blinds and windows, clean the oven, finish packing all the extra junk I have on the bookshelf, clean out the little cupboard attached to my dresser, pack the kitchen supplies I won't be using in the next two weeks (including spices).  Shit that's ambitious.  I'm a procrastinator, unless it's super important.  It's like not being a morning person unless you're waking up early to travel/go on vacation.

Okay, time for bed!

My head is spinning with all the things

 Where to begin...

I'm stressed for one, but there's so much more to that than you know.

Last time I posted it was in December? but I wrote the post earlier.

Last year, my Grandfather passed away in March and my Grandmother in November. It was a fucking hard year. In between there my husband's brother, that he wasn't close to in the slightest, passed away as well.  It was also the one year mark of our nephew passing and the 10 year mark of a friend passing.  So, without Covid, it was a very shitty year overall.

Moving on.  January comes and we decide hey we should really get into the housing market.  It's been terrible here and keeps on getting worse. So January, we start viewing houses constantly, we put our first offer on a house (not ever but the first in awhile) and it's nerve wracking...anyways after constantly putting in offers and constantly being outbid it just becomes a chore.  At one point I viewed a house on my own and we put in an offer I never thought we'd put in and we still got outbid 40k+ without the person even viewing the house in person!  Like, that's fucked right?

Finally early March we go ham and our ridiculous offer gets accepted on a house.  Move in date? End of April (officially 2 weeks tomorrow).  They need to give out a handbook once your offer gets accepted, honestly.  There is so much to do and no one to hold your hand to do it.  It's especially hard when your significant other works away but has been the one handling everything, not fun (do not recommend).

Anyways, we're excited but stressed.  The next two weeks consist of signing lawyer stuff, paying the down payment, and me packing the rest of our suite...oh and cleaning.  Thank God I bought a box of wine.  

I wanna cry, I'm so excited, so stressed and going through some of my stuff is sad and nostalgic.  I'm tempted to just eat off of paper plates our last week seeing as it'll just be me here.  My head is just spinning with all the things.

Anyways, that's all that's going on right now.  

Since we'll have our own space I'm tempted to post more or start up the ol' youtubes again...we'll see.