Wed. June 16, 2021: Another Road Trip
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Wednesday, June 16, 2021
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Sunny and pleasant
Most of yesterday was great, in spite of me being up by 2 AM.
Since we’d packed the car the night before, we were on the road at 5 AM. It was raining a bit, but traffic wasn’t bad. Except for the roadwork in Adams, we made decent time and were there by 9.
We got the keys and unloaded. The place is even more delightful than we remembered. The windows are huge, there’s so much light. A bunch of rooms and nooks and crannies, and I am seriously in love with the kitchen.
The bedrooms are about a quarter the size of the ones here, but hey, we’re in there TO SLEEP. I’ll have an office AND a sewing room. We love it.
We brought in the salt, bread, and wine first. Start off right! We unloaded and tucked things away so they wouldn’t be in the way when the movers unload. We sat in our little camp chairs by the (fake) fireplace, nibbling on bread and tea and looking at measurements and deciding where to put things.
And, for a few wonderful moments, were happy and stress-free.
Unloaded, headed back down. Traffic was worse the other way.
Found out a relocation loan we’d been promised would be in the bank yesterday has been rescinded because they don’t believe a daughter can be named for her mother. We have the same first name (and surname) with different initials. Different social security numbers, drivers license numbers, etc. But the loan people say it “doesn’t match” and doesn’t believe there can be two of us. I pointed out that if I was a man with my father’s name and “jr” it wouldn’t be an issue. It’s misogyny, pure and simple. Red flags were already up when I had to send them the same information three or four times, and they’d say the application was complete and the money would be transferred in 2-4 days, and then, after those days passed, asked for the exact same information I’d already sent.
It’s not even that much. They’re acting like it’s the GDP of a small country.
Anyway, I had to set up a GoFundMe, which makes me feel, yet again, like a total failure. The link is here, and I’m hoping people will just toss in five or ten bucks and it will add up.
I descended into the depths of Lean Cuisine Hell because I’m too damn tired to cook. It’s edible. Not brilliant, but edible, and gets us through the next few days.
Repacked the car, and to bed early. We hit the road for another RT today.
Peace friends. If I can just get the hell off Cape, all will be better.
