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Gasping and Overwhelmed

I'm excited because my mom started the paperwork to buy a house for us both to live in. I move in first, and when her health gets bad, she moves in to one of the bedrooms. We've almost done this half a dozen times. It's difficult for me to believe that this is actually going to happen this time.

I've lived in my house for seven years. I'm a pack rat. I'm overwhelmed at the sorting and boxing and toting to be done. I'm too overwhelmed to start. It's hard to start anything on Friday, but I need to look for free boxes. I still can't believe it. It's not that I don't want this to happen, I'm just waiting for a pinch to make be believe it.

When life gets like this, I'm afraid to go to sleep and dream.