My moving experience over the past few weeks has been unbearably awful. Literally everything that could go wrong, has gone wrong. I can’t even begin to type everything out because it would be a short novel, but it’s taking a huge toll on me. I found out today that my U-Haul u-boxes won’t be delivered for another two weeks, when they were supposed to be here a week and a half ago (they were supposed to arrive before me!). I’ve already had to buy new clothes and scrubs for work because the delivery was delayed, and now hearing it’ll be another two weeks is just the cherry on top of this garbage sundae. Not to mention, I shipped my car and that was also supposed to meet me here but is also way behind schedule and hasn’t arrived yet, so I’m paying $$$ for a rental.
The first day of my specialty internship is tomorrow and instead of feeling excited, I’m completely filled with dread. The last two months of my rotating internship were really tough and I know I’m burnt out, so I was hoping my couple weeks off would help me relax and feel better. Instead, the moving debacle has me feeling more exhausted and stressed than ever. It’s probably my imposter syndrome talking, but I feel like everything going wrong is a sign from the universe that this was a mistake. I know I should be grateful because this is an incredible opportunity and people would kill to have this chance, which makes me feel guilty about not having a good time right now. There’s not really anything to be done about the situation- it is what it is- but I’ve spent the whole day crying and it just sucks.