Biding time...

And then there were three... weeks left, that is.

I am so tired. Tired of work, tired of trying to rent the house, tired of not being able to sleep a sound night's sleep, tired of being the only one in the house, tired of being scared and feeling panicky at every strange noise at night, tired of being solely responsible for the last part of this move, tired of having to tie up all the loose ends, tired of having crap for dinner because it's not worth cooking food for one, tired of being stressed about coordinating this complex web of activities that has to be finished before I leave, tired of worrying about what I'm leaving behind, tired of the myriad little things that need to be fixed or painted or improved or redone before I leave, tired of people thinking that England=London, and tired of waiting for it all to finally come to an end.

I'm at the point where I need things to be completed in order to feel like I can move on. And I'm no where near that yet in most aspects. The car's shipping papers are in, but that's just the beginning. The cat's paperwork isn't close to finished. The house isn't rented, my bedroom isn't fully painted, the carpets still need to be replaced, the oven still needs to be fixed, and all the stuff that's still in the house - particularly in the basement and the garage - needs to be dealt with. I haven't finished my Bosch application. I haven't even started crafting a UK-friendly resume (excuse me, CV).

I guess today's an "I'm feeling overwhelmed" day. There's been an awful lot of those lately.