Bi-Polar

I'm amazed at the gamut of emotions I've run in the process of moving to a new country. Especially considering I only just found out under a week ago. My apartment looks as if I haven't moved a single finger in the direction of "PACKING".

How does one pack a 2 floor apartment full of junk in under two weeks? How does one then move all of that junk to another holding pen with no moving truck? Just an extended cab Chevy Colorado and a lovely lady with a herniated disc who happens to be riddled with arthritis?

Not to mention the two cats that must be left behind in the empty apartment, getting visitors every day (or every other day) until arrangements can be made to ship them to Mexico. (A process that, on it's own, is inducing enough panic to bring me to tears. . . . I don't do tears.)

I know paradise is going to be an adventure!

I sure wasn't expecting it to start so soon . . .