I just realized that a year has gone by since my parents moved out of my house. I lived with them for the past twelve years, so the move does not seem like it was that long ago. They have been back here most weekends to clean out more stuff, either to take to their new house or to throw out as trash. I was supposed to clean out my old bedroom and turn it into a game/music/utility room, but so far, I have made very little progress. I am so tired by Friday that I just end up sleeping the entire weekend every week.
It is also not helpful that IKEA has been out-of-stock on two shelving units. My parents took two shelves in the hallway to their new house, and all my stuff that was originally on those shelves is just sitting on the ground. Since that is the first thing I see coming up the stairs, it feels like I have made zero progress.
Life with chronic diseases 