I am Here.
14 February 2013
And I am freaking out. My stuff is supposed to get here Saturday. I don’t think there’s any way my piano or my loveseat, which are rigid objects in funny shapes, are going to fit in this elevator. But I’ll wait. And I’ll let the professionals figure it out. But I can’t seem to stop panicking.
My friend convinced me to keep my car for another couple of days to go shopping. So I’m going to do that. I am highly, highly stressed with little or no proper outlet. But I slept last night. Mostly.
Why don’t I play the violin?
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Infactorium 
Stay calm, it will all be ok..breathe deep and all this is worth it and you worked hard to get to today..life unfolds in the moment..live and love it like its your last breath. I have moved countries from England to Canada, from Canada to US and back and so it goes on…you are still in the US !!! You have sobriety! You are worth it and a great steward for love and peace on this planet. Take it easy!!! CONGRATULATIONS on your achievments!
Don’t take up the violin now that you are in a condo.
Do you have a back up plan for the piano if it doesn’t fit? May want to find a climate controlled storage unit nearby just incase. Having a plan will ease the stress. I’m glad you kept your car for a bit, I suggest hanging on to it for a month or so, being carless all of a sudden, and in a new city would make me feel totally trapped.
Breath! Just do what you can do that is in front of you now…
Best of luck with the new start
Go for a run!
Ok, did you check out the (usually secret in big buildings) freight elevator? Because if your loveseat is the size of a tub, or if they have laundry facilities on each floor, it’ll fit. I’m sure that other people on your floor have full size couches.
Movers are amazing. They will figure it out.
Up your meetings! I should and I haven’t moved.
It will work out. I find that my projecting of fears is the worst thing. I’m glad that you have arrived there. And do let the professionals figure it out.