How I’m Using Materialism to Self-Medicate

Post #3 about moving.  Sorry.  And 2! days in a row. 

I woke up this morning with the most gigantic zit on my chin.  Also, I’m a little snippy and a whole lot extra sarcastic.  Either I’m suddenly 14 again, or I’m stressed.

Any time that I’m under extra stress (like MOVING) (and yes MOVING does deserve it’s all caps status), I tend to worry about everything that could possibly be worried about. 

Some of my worries are valid, and something I’m certain anyone MOVING would have the same worries.

• Obviously I’m worried about the actual process of moving.  Duh.
• What if I don’t have Internet access in the temporary housing?  Will I die?
• It was cold here this morning, but Indiana is practically Arctic Circle.  I’m going to freeze to death, aren’t I?
• How are all the little details ever going to be completed?  It’s impossible.  There is no way that any of this stuff is going to get done.
• I won’t know anyone.  I’ll have to make new friends all over again.  And I have this GIANT ZIT on my face so nobody will even want to talk to me!
• And
• Many
• Many
• More…. 

I’m trying to be positive, though.  I’ve done some research and have found some things that will make everything all better when we move to Indiana.

• There is a Moe’s in the town where we’ll be living.  Thank God for the Homewrecker and the Billy Barou.  Amen.
• There is a Target!  Also, there is a Meijer.  I’ve heard nothing but great things about Meijer and am hoping for a long and mutually beneficial relationship.
• There are lots of great houses for sale right now just waiting for me to move in, organize, and decorate.   I can’t wait to shop for the necessary items everyone buys when they move into a new home like a new brown and blue bedspread with matching shams, bed skirt, pillows, and curtains.  I bet they’ll even have what I want at Target!   Also, I suspect new towels for the master bath will be needed to coordinate with the new bedding.  I’d hate to leave the kitchen out, so getting some new dishes and glasses would only be fair. 
• Since it’s going to be bitterly cold, I must get a new hat, gloves, scarf, and boots.  My old ones simply won’t do.  Also, new sweaters, socks, and lingerie will have to be purchased.

Retail therapy is cheaper than “real” therapy, right?