“Friendship is better because friends help you move, they drive you to the airport. Boyfriends just . . . Love you and marry you.” – Leslie Knope, Parks & Recreation
I hope this post finds you safe healthy during this time of coronavirus. I am adjusting to the new normal of working from home, cooking simple meals, and finding ways to entertain myself in this weird limbo.
Thankfully, I was able to take the Vermont bar exam at the end of February before the virus really took hold in northern New England and we were ordered to stay home. Now I find myself anxiously waiting for the results while wondering (and wandering) with a curious dachshund around a new home.
Yes, a new home. Also thankfully, Mon Mari and I were able to close on and move into our new house, just days after Governor Scott of Vermont issued the Stay Home, Stay Safe order. Let me tell you, the two weeks we closed, had some work done on the house, and moved were the two worst, most stressful weeks of my life. They made preparing for and taking another (le sigh) bar exam look like a cake walk.
The effect of the virus on services and daily life were still unknown. We had daily, almost hourly updates – social distancing, staying home, schools and businesses closing – to which we rapidly had to react and adjust. I may or may not have gone a little crazy with worry about the world economy and the health of family, friends, and neighbors, now piled on with worry about the new house. And the random four inches of snow. And the sideswipe of the car in the Target parking lot.
Will we still close (yes)? Can it be remote (no)? We don’t know who else has been in the lawyer’s office or to whom the other closing participants have been exposed. Everyone was really wound up and stressed, with lots of last-minute emails and phone calls to change and rearrange details. Buying a home is stressful enough, and this really put the lid right on the jar for me.
Then there was the move itself. We had planned to use the remainder of our townhouse lease to have some carpet installed, clean, and move as many of our smaller items ourselves as possible. As my worrying reached astronomical levels, I rescheduled the movers to come a week earlier. I felt like we were running out of time, anticipating a new directive or policy at any moment.
The governor issued the stay-at-home order the day before the move. Right back down the rabbit hole of worrying I went. Is a moving company an essential business (yes)? How do I know if the movers are sick (I don’t)? Will they germ up all of our furniture (not if they wear gloves, right?)?
I had never felt this way before in my life, so totally at a loss for how to feel about the novel illness gripping the globe and so totally out of control in my personal life. Putting things in perceptive, everything with the move worked out in the end, despite its challenges and changes. I am so grateful and relieved. My heart hurts for those who were unable to finalize their home sales or moves.
Now the fun part begins: unpacking, organizing, decorating. Waving and smiling at new neighbors from across the street or the front porch. Watching the daffodils and tulips slowly poke through the soil. And as I wait in my own weird limbo for updates personal (did I pass the bar?) and community (when can we interact with humans again?), I have the time to do it all.
Adjusting to the new normal is hard. How are you coping?
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