I finally met my across the street neighbor. He's a character and a talker, and probably the neighborhood gossip. He chewed my ear off for probably an hour.

He pointed at the bag I was carrying and said "I'm going to have to introduce you to so and so who lives around the corner. I think you and she will probably get along all right."

He also asked my permission to tell her about my rainbowness before he introduced us.

There are several women living alone in this neighborhood, which tells me a lot. I've said this before, but this neighborhood feels very safe.

All of this still feels incredibly surreal. It's looking pretty likely that next weekend will be my big move, and my nervous system isn't totally chill about that yet, but it's getting there.

Last weekend of packing and my nervous system is ON FIRE.

I spent a good chunk of the day at the new house yesterday. My washer and dryer were delivered, and while I waited for that, because it was so lovely outside, I spent a couple hours cleaning the garage.

Then I did a little shopping and got some necessities for the house (laundry detergent, etc.) plus new towels.

Every time I have moved it has been my tradition that I get new towels. I have a lot of used stuff and secondhand stuff, and all of that is going with me to the new house, but new towels are like my housewarming gift to myself.

It feels good being over there, and I already feel a sense of ownership over it. I know once I get past this last little bit that I'm going to be fine. It's just this last stretch that's AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

I have moved entirely too many times in my life, and not always under the best circumstances, so even though this particular move has been as gentle and productive as it could possibly be, and even though I still have support from EH and lots of friends and I'm moving into a neighborhood where community is already forming around me, I'm triggered AF at the moment.

I haven't taken my ADHD medication in months. I honestly haven't needed it. I took it today, if for no other reason than I needed the kick in the pants to just get it all done.

I crashed out pretty hard this morning. Full nervous system dysregulation, tears. Utter exhaustion.

I'm really, really trying to finish packing this weekend so I can book the movers for next weekend, so that by Memorial Day weekend I can just rest.

My biggest enemy right now is decision fatigue. Early on in the packing process I was trying to be really organized, because when it comes time to unpack it will really help if I've packed in a thoughtful way.

I think I'm beyond that now. I think I'm at the point where I finally just need to get it done, even if I'm putting dishes and office supplies and lightbulbs in the same box.

EH did say it was ok with him if I needed another week. He's being so incredibly gentle about this whole thing, and I couldn't be more grateful.

So maybe I'll move next weekend. Maybe it will be the weekend after. We'll just have to see.

I tapped out for the day. I got a lot done, but I got to the point that my executive function all ran out, even after taking my ADHD medication. This is really physical work as well.

So it's looking like moving has been pushed to Memorial Day weekend. Oh well.

I'm an adult, you guys. It's terrifying. I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm making it all up as I go.

Ha ha, apparently I was having a similar kind of existential crisis almost exactly 5 years ago.