The past few months have been hell. Election and national situation aside, in the past four months I've been laid off from my job due to diversity campaigns at a large tech company, got a new job, sold a house, bought a house, and am dealing with a huge amount of stress related to all of those things.
A month after I sold my old home I was contacted by a lawyer stating that the couple that bought it feel they were misled despite the home being correctly listed and disclosed, their successful home inspection, successful VA appraisal, and the man (an engineer) being present for the inspection. They want to "cancel" the contract. I've had to lawyer up and I doubt they have any sort of case, but it's a stressor nonetheless.
Two weeks into living in my new home the basement flooded due to record rains in my area that've likely raised the water table and will probably require foundation repairs. Cracks are appearing in our drywall joints and around the doorways as well as drywall screws popping out around the ceiling/wall joints. The metal roof pops frequently and I can no longer tell what's normal temperature movement and what's settling, so every little pop is like a hit to my stress. I've got a structural engineer coming tomorrow and I'm so nervous I feel like I could vomit at any moment. I never had anxiety before this year. I've always been wound a little tight but able to deal. This bevy of craziness has worn me thin. I haven't had a good sleep in what feels like months, and it's taking it's toll on my fiance as well. She's a wonderful person and I hate seeing her this stressed.
To top all that off, most of my family has gotten vaccinated. Many of them are older and I'm worried about their long-term health. My grandfather is in the care of my overly-liberal lefty asshole uncle who rushed to vaccinate him as soon as he could. I was just informed this week I wouldn't be allowed to see him unless I get vaccinated. No, but thanks for the ultimatum... fucking prick.
In completely unrelated news, my grandfather has come down with Covid-like symptoms and has been through three rounds of antibiotics with no success. Docs have no idea what's going on. It's a real head-scratcher. So long story short, I likely won't get to see my grandfather again before he passes unless everyone in the mainstream does a hard turn on the vaccines which seems pretty unlikely at this point. It honest to god hurts to type that about my grandfather, and I'm not a very emotional person. I don't think it's a stretch to say this is the weirdest time in history to be alive. Everything feels off, and it seems like there's no end in sight. Normal, or what seemed normal, feels like it's gone.
I just wanted to get this out of my head and into text somewhere so maybe I can stop thinking about it so often. Shouting into the ether, I guess. Thanks for reading if you did; no need to comment or upvote.
EDIT: My neurotic ass wants to respond to everyone, but instead of that I'll say thanks for the kind words. Pedes are the best frens. Hopefully all this crap passes soon and we can get back to WINNING. WINNING. WINNING.