It is finished.
I am officially out of my old apartment (now it is old, I suppose). As of around ten-ish this morning, I am free of it and obligations relating to that little town. Sure, I’ll be back up there to visit next week, and to help out with a few things later this week, but that is all voluntary. My obligations are complete.
And it feels amazing, I’m sure. It’s just that, as per my usual case, I am painfully ill now.
Whenever I have a short-term, end-in-sight, super-stress time, it is inevitably followed by illness. And the illness’s intensity just might be linked to the intensity of the stress. If so, oh, boy – this could be rough. This time, however, I easily cancelled my plans for tomorrow (and earlier today). I had one thing tonight that I wanted to make sure I did. Otherwise, though, I have turned my next 36+ hours into sleep, water, and rest time. I hope it saves me.