Gulp. The package with a bunch of paperwork arrived today … lots of pages to sign, W2’s and paystubs to gather. Plus, I have to cough up $335 to get the appraisal on the house done. Bye-bye, money. Bye-bye, sanity. Hello, paperwork. I hate this. All this worry over where to live has totally killed the excitement about the New York trip. Fortunately, since I am good friends with the trip planner, payment for said trip has been postponed until all this home business gets straightened out. Dear God, let me survive one more month.