Today I feel overwhelmed by the chaos of my house. The boxes, the miscellaneous crap sitting everywhere. Olive bouncing off the walls with nothing to do, the dog chewing on everything he can find because I am too distracted to deal with him. I cannot seem to remember anything. The other day, on my way to Seattle to check out that studio, I put my wallet onto of my car at the gas station and drove away. I didn’t realize what I had done until I was almost to Seattle. Luckily I live in the weirdest place in the world and the person that found it gave it to the gas station attendant without taking my debit card or the $80 in cash I had inside.
The studio was so, so small and I just couldn’t see paying $925 a month for it. Sure, it’s in Belltown, which is rad, but the three of us wouldn’t fit in there. We would go nuts. This evening Dom, Olive, Keith and I are going back to Seattle to look at another place, a
3 bedroom apartment in the International District. I am fairly sure I am going to love it, so I have my fingers crossed that we get it. I am already SO done living in boxes and disorganized squalor. I am also SO done not knowing when I am going to work next, if the pre-school is going to call or of the hospital is going to call. Not knowing if I am not going to work at all (like this last week) or if I am going to work way too much (like the week before last). I want a nice, steady job in Seattle that I can count on. I don’t want to do the hustle anymore, or sell my stuff so I can have enough money to get by (my accordion etc.).
It’s all just so much. Finding a new place to live, fixing my house and trying to find a renter, taking care of Olive and Dominic, looking at starting school in four weeks, re-writing my entire Midwifery school application, teaching, working (or not), cooking, cleaning, running daily errands for my mother, driving here, there and the next place and not getting nearly enough sleep because there is so much to do.