Is there some place I could go, where someone would massage my head, make all my phone calls for me and then hand me a ginormus plate of meatloaf and mashed potatoes (which I did not have to make for myself)? After this all occurs, someone would hand me a ticket to pick up all of B's freshly laundered and ironed clothes, and point me to where I could grab the fully packed suitcase to take to Christmas.
Sadly, I don't think this nirvana exists yet.
I'm feeling overwhelmed today. I'm not sure I can do all of this myself. Everytime I look at the growing mountain of boxes in all of the corners of the house, I think, cool, I've gotten quite a bit packed. And then I realize that there's a lot more to be done. I haven't even started changing addresses yet.
The smell of the cardboard is getting to me, too. I really want out of this apartment. And I'm lonely.
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