Post Uranus Square Pluto

The last time I moved it was only 10 minutes away but I still had to sell my condo and that was stressful as it took months! Throwing and/or giving away 75% of my belongings was stressful, too. But, I survived it and so will you! Best wishes to you! P.S. – This lady’s story really inspired me after my moving ordeal as she sold everything and moved her family to Alaska. http://www.alaskafromscratch.com/about/ Take care!

Slán abhaile!
I am going to hijack your phrase, “in two trucks with three dogs,” and employ it as if in an ancient language for the passage of time, where things work out when one plans and stays on their path; expecting a good result… 🙂

Elsa, I know the feeling. I tried closing on two condominiums for the first time in seven years, after enduring an impossible time living with my 83-year-old, bi-polar, psychotic, borderline personality Virgo (no offense to Virgo’s) mother. And, can you believe, both condo’s went under contract to different buyers. The sellers chose the highest bidders. And did so without telling my realtor first. I had already packed and bolted.

Now am stuck sleeping on a couch in the middle of an indoor junk yard of a good friend’s house, who is divorced and on and off again living with his 16 year old son, who’s on spring break. Neither one of them are hygenic.

I can’t tell you how many cockroaches I’ve killed since I’ve been here. There’s food everywhere. And dirty laundry that downright stinks. I have to sleep with a fan on my face, just to avert the fumes.

And what’s worse, is that the place I was about to rent, because I lost the bids to my new home – downpayment and all – fell through yesterday, because the current occupant decided to extend her lease.

All of my stuff, excluding heavy furniture, is in bags made of fabric in the back seat of my Passat, that I bought for the move. Instead, I’m stuck.

Am debating whether to just drive back across the country to Los Angeles, San Fran or Seattle (where I made the initial mistake of leaving) or staying put in Fort Lauderdale where I am. But the more I see of this place, the more am thinking that this is the Universe telling me that this is happening for a reason. Fort Lauderdale is not for me.

So I just have to let it go for the moment and let it be. Meditate on it. Pray on it. Sit on it. No pun intended.

But I know what you’re going through Elsa.

I’m trusting all of this to the Power’s that Be and leaning heavily on Faith and lots and lots of Hope. Not to mention prayer.

I just keep telling myself how much worse it would be if I were sleeping in my car or some cheap motel room.

In the end, it always turns out that there was a very good reason for this. But, right now, in the middle of it, I keep asking the Universe why me?

Be grateful you have the support of a loving family. In the end, that’s all that really matters isn’t it?

You’re in my prayers. I have a feeling everything will be fine. Hopefully, for us both.

xo

There is nothing new I can add here but you and your family (fur babies included) are in my thoughts and prayers. May the good Lord and archangel Michael keep you safe and St. Christopher watch over your travels.