Moving, it turns out, is one of the most awful experiences that I’ve happily run headlong into. I now understand how my parents have lived in the same house for 35 years and I get why we couldn’t move to someplace nice like Minnesota or Maine (I was a boring child I think).
Throughout this month from hell, though, I realized that sticking to my healthy habits is key for avoiding some serious emotional breakdowns (mostly). I get hangry, I have sugar crashes, my acid reflux flares up at 2am if I eat too late, and don’t even think about asking me to move furniture if I haven’t eaten in the last 3 hours. Continue reading