Breaking down in the middle of nowhere is a nightmare. I'm gonna preface what I'm about to say with; someone from this forum was very kind and helped us out in the last few days, drove me to get our moving truck, gave us some goodies, and is just an awesome human being. And I appreciate that. Everything else has been a damn nightmare.
If we didn't have cats, this would be easy. But we love our cats and they're not going anywhere. But trying to buy a decent rig that isn't overpriced garbage, trying to get people to communicate, both buying and selling, having stuff sold out from underneath you when you had changed all your plans to re-route and go see something after you made arrangements to do so, and having everything we had going in Quartzsite dry up on us... After another frustrating night under the pressure of trying to get this Uhaul truck back in time and having Uhaul hound me saying someone else needs the truck so be sure to get it back in time, and having people not call us back, not tell us what is going on... I think maybe this life isn't for me.
I don't want to go back to Buffalo, because as I had said in my intro thread, I have cardiomyopathy and the weather there has been making it worse and worse to the point where I can't be outdoors most of the year. But the stress of all this is killing me even more. Buffalo is where my partner's job is. Maybe that's where we need to go back to and I'll just fade away in a shitty apartment there. We did find an apartment that would take cats. There aren't many in Buffalo. Maybe that's the safe and reasonable option. I'm so tired and frustrated with loading and unloading and doing things physically I shouldn't be doing. I was so damn depressed for the last year especially, and getting out and away in our bus had my spirits soaring, until it all came to a halt on I-55.
I haven't cried this much in years. I've been just numb, and now I'm a wreck. I can't keep doing this. Hopes up, hopes dashed. Re-route, re-route, re-route, have established plans, have them fall through, re-route, reload, unload... I'm about done with all this.
If we didn't have cats, this would be easy. But we love our cats and they're not going anywhere. But trying to buy a decent rig that isn't overpriced garbage, trying to get people to communicate, both buying and selling, having stuff sold out from underneath you when you had changed all your plans to re-route and go see something after you made arrangements to do so, and having everything we had going in Quartzsite dry up on us... After another frustrating night under the pressure of trying to get this Uhaul truck back in time and having Uhaul hound me saying someone else needs the truck so be sure to get it back in time, and having people not call us back, not tell us what is going on... I think maybe this life isn't for me.
I don't want to go back to Buffalo, because as I had said in my intro thread, I have cardiomyopathy and the weather there has been making it worse and worse to the point where I can't be outdoors most of the year. But the stress of all this is killing me even more. Buffalo is where my partner's job is. Maybe that's where we need to go back to and I'll just fade away in a shitty apartment there. We did find an apartment that would take cats. There aren't many in Buffalo. Maybe that's the safe and reasonable option. I'm so tired and frustrated with loading and unloading and doing things physically I shouldn't be doing. I was so damn depressed for the last year especially, and getting out and away in our bus had my spirits soaring, until it all came to a halt on I-55.
I haven't cried this much in years. I've been just numb, and now I'm a wreck. I can't keep doing this. Hopes up, hopes dashed. Re-route, re-route, re-route, have established plans, have them fall through, re-route, reload, unload... I'm about done with all this.