I’m exhausted by spring. My mom has put her house on the market so most of the family was over there helping get the place ready for video and pictures and showings. Tiring work.
I come home to an empty house and an empty refrigerator. I need to remember how to cook for one person.
I’m so tired.
Baseball starts in a couple of days. I was looking forward to it, but now I’m dreading it. I seem to dread everything.
I think I need to move to an apartment. The house is too much work, too much anxiety and responsibility. There’s only one of me and I’m stretched thin.
Whatever else, please don’t dread baseball. Hopefully, it will be able to provide some degree of comfort.
Maybe it would be more fun (?) to watch it with a friend or two.
Sell the house. I dumped mine as soon as the last kid graduated from high school. It was the single most liberating thing I’ve ever done. It was an old house with a large lot and a huge garage and it was way more than I was equipped, mentally, physically or financially to care for. Renting is cool. Something breaks, you call the landlord. It’s your space but not your responsibility. If you ever get the urge to walk away, you can do so.
Hang in there – people are thinking of you.
I don’t know what to say except that you were the first person I checked when I got back on the internet. So hang in, as Lo says, people are thinking of you.
Hi Julie,
I’m just finding out about the terrible news of your loss. Please accept my condolences during this difficult time.
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