I am freakin exhausted

All day yesterday, all day today. Pack, load the cars, unload the cars. Then Repeat. My back and feet are wicked pissed at me. The plan is to move this weekend. Ugh.. I thought we were further than we actually are. I hate the last minute crap. How do you pack up stuff that you use daily. Like I said.. ugh.We are leaving our little condo that we have called home for the last year and a half, and moving in with Hub Hub's family. They live on the first floor, and have a finished basement, almost like an in law apartment. We will be trying to rent our condo, please keep those fingers crossed.
We are leaving for a few different reasons.. maybe save that for another time.
Leaving our personal, private space is going to be extremely hard for me.. I like my/our alone time, as well as my personal space. Hub Hub's family is truly amazing people. If I could live with anyone it would be them. Lil d, Hub Hub's youngest brother, is such a little goober. He just entered High School, and hasn't realized just what he is capable of yet. MC, Hub Hub's mom, and DC, his father, are straight up old school Portuguese. DC speaks English perfectly, MC is more reserved. She doubts her abilities. They will do anything and everything for their family, and I adore them.

Putting aside the amount of love I have for them, I am worried. I am an outsider coming in. It's not my house, it's not my space.. and I am a bit out there, and I know I will have to step back a bit. What about when I go through changes with the meds, and have problems.... ? What if they can't stand me after awhile?

Right now I am just venting my concerns.. even then, I still look forward to having less responsibilities for awhile, save some dough, not waste an arm and a leg for gas, and spend some time with some lovely people. The end.