Yes, I'm still alive

Still alive, but barely. It's been a stressful week - probably the most stress I've ever endured. I guess that happens when you start doing grown-up things, like buy a house. We've had a couple of unexpected things pop up at the last minute, and it's made for a very trying week. We're closing tomorrow morning and I just cannot express how relieved I am going to be to have all of this behind us.

I'm trying to remember that everything works itself out. My wise father reminded me last night that sometimes things don't go as you planned but in the long run, it turns out for the better. Speaking of run, I went for a 5-mile jaunt yesterday. It was my first bit of exercise in two weeks. The lack of movement combined with the serious food crimes I've committed in the past few weeks made for a slow and grueling run. I'm supposed to be running an 8K this Sunday - it should be interesting to see if I die half way through or not.

Besides my digestive track being torn apart by stress, my mind is jumbled with a ton of mixed emotions today. I'm really happy to be moving and I'm excited about the new house (at least I will be when this is over). But I love love love our apartment. It's such a great place, in a great location, and it is stocked with memories. My BF has lived in this building since we met so everything that has happened to us in the past 3 years has happened in this space. It's kind of sad to let that go. I think this is the first place I'm going to be honestly sad to leave since college, when I left my parent's nest.

Anyway, I'm alive. That was the point of a post today. I haven't had much time to read up on anyone else's blogs lately, and I apologize. I'm hoping that by this time next week, I'll be back to a normal schedule.