I say this every month it seems, but June is killer. I am weary, to-the-bone, please-no-more exhausted. And I’m tired of pretending that I’m not.
June 3 Thomas and I had the conversation about potentially moving back down to Calgary. There’s a job opportunity for him there, and he left on Monday the 4th to go and speak to the potential employers to see if it’s a good fit. Turns out, it’s a great fit, so whey-hey, we’re moving! It was confirmed on Tuesday the 5th. Yes, you read that correctly. We effectively turned our lives upside down within 48 hours. That has to be some kind of record. Cue the freaking out, frantic apartment-searching, contacting of the rental company we’re with now to explain we’re not renewing our lease, etc. Everything has to change because we’re moving.
My job, as much as it can stress me out at times, truly is fantastic. They’re letting me stay on with the company and work out of the Calgary office (and thank goodness there is such a thing). They could have easily told me to take a hike and I’d be stuck looking for a job again (stressful thing that that is) but they want me to stay. That felt pretty amazing.
So, we’re moving. Okay. That’s one huge thing to coordinate, but it’s a move for the better, so let’s hop to it!
Then, June 15th it was my birthday. We’d missed out on two of the rentals that we were looking at by mere hours. Finding a place was starting to stress me out, because there’s so little time to do so. Went out for drinks with my coworkers to celebrate my birthday, went to my parents’ house for a birthday BBQ (sans Thomas, because he was working of course). Then we got the phone call that my grandmother had passed away.
Yes, on my birthday. She passed that afternoon, and my dad was phoned that evening as we sat in the sunroom and visited. It was gutwrenching, not because I was particularly close with my grandmother (she lived in BC and we didn’t talk often) but because I’ve never really seen my father break down like that. It broke my heart.
But, no time to dwell. We all knew it was coming, at least. Surprises are the worst. And June seems to be the month to pass in. Last year, it was my aunt who passed away suddenly on June 18. Six years ago, my mom’s mother died on June 2, just a couple of weeks before I turned 18.
At least we had found a place to live. I had to be in Calgary on Monday for a meeting with my team, so I drove down on the 16th to spend some time with friends and investigate living quarters. The renting market is offering up slim pickings right now, so that’s a huge weight off my chest. Thomas hasn’t seen the place yet, but it’s owned by my friend’s mom, and both she and her sister live in two of the four units. Whew.
I came back to Edmonton feeling victorious (even though I forgot to take photos of the unit and Thomas, awesome guy that he is) agreed to live there site unseen. That man trusts me way too much, my goodness.
Then I had my dentist appointment on June 20. You know, the one where they told me that they’d be putting dead people in my face? (Essentially.) That appointment, the last one before that huge application goes to the government where I ask them to help me fix my face, cost me a lot. Like, one paycheque, one half of my income for the month, a lot. Did I mention we need to pay our damage deposit by July 1? Or that my student line of credit has finally been switched over so that I no longer have the ability to withdraw funds, just deposit them? (A fun fact I realized after I tried to transfer money into my chequing account to cover the cheque I wrote Thomas to go and pay our damage deposit.) So I’ll be in overdraft until Friday.
Seriously June, just be over already. Knock it off. Give me a break.
I need a vacation in the worst way.
And I have time booked off for July, but there are two major projects that need to get done before then at work, and “time off” is a loose term. I will be going to the doctor on the Monday, then out at the lake Tuesday-Friday helping prepare for the memorial service for Grandma. Then, it’s to Calgary that weekend for Thomas’ sister’s housewarming/birthday party, the signing of the lease, and anything else we can cram into that weekend. Then back to work.
The weekend after that, we’ll be moving everything from Edmonton to Calgary. The weekend after that is the last one I have before BlogHer ’12, so I’ll likely be packing. There’s also a party I was invited to, and I’ll be damned if I’m missing it.
Som to sum up the TL;DR post: FML, and here’s to August.