Moving Day was the relief, Stroke out, was what I thought was going to happen before retirement ever arrived. I was ill and could not sleep as I became increasing stress trying to keeping up with my job that I was very unhappy with and getting the city house ready for sale. That alone was bad but then selling it added a new layer of stress that made me think I was not going to survive. One door opened five shut, is the only way to describe the chaos. I stressed to the ends of my limits over how I would move the 400 miles to the Island. Most companies did not want to cross the bridge. Then the rentals was getting crazy expensive as I searched for one way rental company to no avail, then round trip to go unload and come back same day as it was looking. 9 hours on the road alone and then the load unload. My mind stressed as I became more tired everyday. It is just me and my daughter that still had to work and help me with all this. Coming home after a stressful day and then dealing with the house. I had to get my Medicare straight and my final bills and my final day at work all worked out. I had no time to do any of this at work as it was its own problems that needed my 100% attention. Getting every thing taken care of in 1.5 hours at the end of a crappy day was not working well for me at all.
It all came together when my friend and co-work said she would help me move and my boss OK the use of the company truck to move me there. Her son was a licensed truck driver and they had to go back same day and could take the company truck back.
We packed the truck full and two minivans and off we went. My friend and her son and his friend were the life saver I need. We got through the move and they took my daughter back with them and they left. I stood in the middle of the dinning room filled with boxes and the dogs were running around checking out the new digs. The feeling of relief came over me like a ton of bricks and I started to cry. This is it I am now officially retire and gone. Leaving everything I knew behind me to start a new life. Now the daunting task of unpacking and finding places for all the thing I brought.
I needed to get things in order as I needed to work on fencing and housings for Elliott the mini horse I rescued at Easter and boarded on the island till I got up here. Lots to do and no time to think about where my new life would take me. I just believed it was going to be all I ever thought it would be and the final chapter to my life was going to be great. And now it begins.
