[some mh in here, because my brain is Not Happy]

Hired Assistance in an hour and I'm fucking panicking.

But I think I figured out part of why this move is fucking me up so much, beyond 'possibly my anxiety has gotten Much Worse and this is the thing making it blindingly obvious.'

This apartment has been home in a way Hartford never quite got a chance to be.

(My moves before that, either I was too young to remember, doing a college shuffle, or too excited about not being long-distance anymore to panic.)

Oh man good luck with the move

HIRED ASSISTANCE IS LOST OR SOMETHING

They were supposedly buzzing in right at 11. Have not buzzed in. Have not shown up. Are not answering calls.

But at least maintenance is going to bust the garage open.