I don't know that there is such a thing as Post Move Stress Syndrome - but, IMHO, it should be acknowledged. I've woken up a couple of times recently wondering what room I was in - looking for the familiar layout of a bedroom I had for over twenty years. The feeling has washed over me several times - "Okay - I did this - can I go home now?" But - I am home. The new little rental home.
I am a bit stalled emotionally right now. I know that my job will probably not be in existence next year - that means I will need to find another job. And I must admit that I love this job and I love that it is part time. I honestly don't know how I would do back full-time with 35 students in my class.
Perhaps what I am feeling is that instability. We're really not "stabilized" yet. This year we face Jennifer leaving to go to her next adventure in college, Jbird will finish his degree at GSC and then go to his new adventure in college, we still need another car, I don't know if I will have a job, will we chose to rent this home for another year, our dog Tango is showing signs of leaving us, and will I ever finish unpacking - should I finish unpacking?
Let end this by saying I know that I've been blessed. With everything we've been through, God has been faithful. And some days I do better than others with wanting to know what is around the next corner. Today is not one of those days. Thank you Lord that You love me in spite of myself.