The Latest re: the move and life beyond the move

Well, Monday night I was bringing Mom home from the memory care facility for a few days before the move to New Hampshire because her condition has improved enough that I can now care for her myself (she had had a fall a while back). Anyway, it was foggy and I had a deer run right out in front of me. We're totally fine, but the car of course is not. So that to contend with, but it's going smoothly -- already have it in the shop with a loaner.

For those not familiar, my folks are moving to New Hampshire to be near/with my sister who is an RN. I've been caring for them since March of this year.

Obviously this is a radical change for me as well. I've been fighting off depression and also looking to find a job and a car and moving back home with my husband, which I'm not real sure about right now.

I put in for an employment specialist position working with folks who have mental health concerns who are looking for work. I deal with bipolar personally, and working with other who face these challenges is very important to me. The problem is I'm not sure I'm ready for it, and frankly my application really doesn't reflect any REAL background in doing this work.

The job is very attractive to me, but I need to make sure I can do the job -- as I had gotten one similar to it, and wasn't ready for it -- nearly 5 years ago.

If I'm not ready for it, then I need to look at other things that I am ready for. Lots to figure out.

Right now I need to stay disciplined to work to get my parents' house in order before leaving it for several months while my Dad is in NH. He's going to try to come home this summer, health allowing.

This has all been a real struggle for me, to make all these changes. I did surprisingly well with the deer incident, it really didn't phase me too badly, and of course mom was oblivious to it..

Right now, I just gotta keep on keeping on . . . Mom and I leave for the Cities on Sunday, their flight out there (with my sister) is Monday at 7am.

Thanks for reading.

-TerryAnn