I Want To Go Home!

(last pic of us at the park in our old neighborhood)

I am weary. As much as I did not like living in our old condo, it was familiar. It was comfy. The dryer worked. The heat worked. We had furniture. The floors were (relatively) clean.

Since our move, nothing has been going right. I am so tired. Weary. Exhausted. Spent.

The move has been really hard and I feel like I am beyond overwhelmed at the moment. It's been one thing going wrong after another, and I am done with things going wrong. Things can stop going wrong!

The list is pretty much endless. We left our furniture at our old house, since we are trying to sell it. That means that we have no furniture at our new house. No dressers. No beds. No dining room table. This all sounded fine in theory, but the reality is different.

When we showed up at the new house, I discovered that the wood floors in the living room and the bedrooms were covered in a black, sticky, tar-like substance that would not come off, no matter how much I mopped or cleaned the floor. I have mopped the floor about 100 times (not joking), with everything imagineable, and I can't get this stuff off. This makes life very difficult with a crawling baby.

The dryer at the new house is broken. I discovered this after I washed a huge load of socks and underwear...you know, clothes that matter. The cabinet where the dryer goes is too small to fit most dryers, including the working dryer from our condo.

There is no heat in the girls' bedrooms. No one sells space heaters this time of year (I ordered some online but they have yet to arrive).

Our new house is a cell phone dead zone, so our phones don't work in the house. This makes it soooo easy to communicate with the outside world. Not!

Add that to trying to sell our condo in the worst real estate market in the history of our nation. The day after we moved, we found out that our next door neighbor's condo has been foreclosed on and is going up for auction. She basically took a huge amount of equity out of her house and now she is upside down in her mortgage, so she is letting the bank take the property. So, now we are competing against a bank-owned foreclosure. We put a 20% downpayment on our condo, so we cannot just walk away from our house and let the bank take it. We have to work, and I mean work to sell it. We have to stage our property, make it look super pretty so we can maybe break even and get our downpayment back out of the property.

I know things will get better (at least I hope so). At the moment, I'm just feeling like what the heck have we done? I want to go lay on my couch. I want to fold my clothes and put them in dresser drawers. I want to dry my baby's socks. I want my baby to be able to crawl on the floor without being coated in mysterious black tar. I want to go home.