I still don't know what I'm doing with my life, my job search, or anything, but I now have a storage unit. So far I have moved 2 or 3 carloads (remember I have a tiny car) of book boxes over to the unit, and, honestly, it doesn't look like I've made much progress on the heaps of boxes. I'm planning on hiring people and renting a truck to take the big stuff over, but I haven't worked any of that out yet or planned when it will happen, so I thought I might as well take a carload over every dawn before things get hot. I don't know why I do things this way. I just do.
I priced out storage units around the Bay Area (PODS was shitty and took a deposit and then decided to tell me they don't service my area THANKS A LOT GUYS YOU BETTER DAMN WELL REMOVE THAT CHARGE) and found out that a 10 x 10 runs about 200/month and for several places I'd have to put my name on a wait list and hope something would open in time. So I looked around here and found several that are open for 65 or 75/month. It makes the hauling around of crap much easier, if more prolonged. Eventually, my stuff will be over here, and I will be over there. What happens after that, I really have no idea. I'm just not dealing with this at all, which is to say, I'm dealing with it one box, and one problem, at a time. I sure hope everything ends up fitting in the 10 x 10.
I told my family --- sorta --- which means I came home and told everybody I got fired and burst into tears and left without answering any questions or going into any details. I think my sister thought I was joking when I told her that was my plan but nope, that is what I expected to do, and that's what I did. Except it felt even worse and more horrible than I expected it to. Now I am back here in The Hot Place, trying to get my head around what I told them, and they are at their places also getting their head around things and I hope that by the time I move back home I'll be able to talk about it or just move past the whole shebang without hashing it out, which honestly is what I'd prefer.
Anyway. My arms hurt. They just might fall off. And most of my stuff and boxes and furniture will not fit in my car. I will contemplate actually solving these problems later, when it becomes absolutely necessary. First I'm going to take a nap, and figure out how to read books on my iPad with no arms.