No, I don't suffer from panic attacks. I've never been incapacitated by anxiety. Sometimes I do get a nervous tic. But what I often get are these sudden crazy, or perhaps not so crazy, thoughts of something like "Where is the car Title?" I know I saw it last week, we needed a copy for Transportation. But since then? Did I put it back in a file somewhere? Is it with my important papers already in the suitcase? I then get fixated on the desire to find the Title. Do I need it? At some point, yes, probably when we want to sell the car. Do I need it right now? No, I don't think so.
But all I can think of is... where is that one single piece of paper?
We're in limbo right now. Surrounded by boxes, yet there are rooms still un-packed. Enough personal items left in the kitchen that we aren't solely using the welcome kit. Items that Ian will keep with him for his own UAB packout on the 26th or for his suitcase. We have nothing planned for Saturday, so it's my last chance to segregate and dispose, then the suitcases get packed and the kids and I depart our house Sunday morning around 5:30 a.m.