The more I think about things, the more scared I become.
Friday, they’ll come to pick up a bunch of things. There’s boxes of clothes, along with bags of clothes and bedding. I have at least two boxes of books and four more of generic housewares. Most of the things could have been picked up months ago, if places still took donations. Some things, however, are things I couldn’t or didn’t want to just let go. I wanted to sell as much as I could. I hate dealing with the people on Facebook. While it’s easier to do it on eBay, they suck out so many fees.
Looking at what bills I have and current income, I figure I’ve got two months before shit hits the fan. Maybe more if some of the bigger things sell. Less if I’ve miscalculated.
The border is supposed to open in a month.
Hopefully.
I feel like I’m juggling so many balls right now, and I can’t decide what I can drop.
For someone who just reshared a post about being bigger than our anxieties, I’m feeling awfully small tonight.
