Things Happen All At Once

Monday I had an appointment, an initial assessment that's done over the
phone, with the first place I called. They finally called me a week
after I had placed the call. I was ok with doing an assessment over the phone, the trick was finding a quiet and private place at work to make the phone call. Found it up on the 19th floor in one of the training rooms. So I phoned the counsellor up. After 15 minutes I hung up. And I was pretty disappointed with the "service". Basically she asked me to give answers on a scale of 1 to 10 on questions that you would find in a women's magazine to identify depression. After the 4th question I already knew what the next one would be. She then asked if I would be comfortable with group sessions and I knew that she thought my depression was not as severe as it should be to warrant one on one care. Most likely after me answering the question, "On a scale of 1 to 10 how much in crisis are you at this point?". To which I replied most days 5 some days 6. So, I responded yes I wouldn't mind group but am also looking for one on one. She gave me 2 group sessions, one at Mount Sinai and the other at Women's College. She ended the call by saying that she had no appointments available for one on one but if I didn't find those 2 groups suitable she would try to find me another one. Needless to say with my huge procastination I haven't called either of the groups. Tomorrow I will though, at least to see what it's like. I still have my other appointment in April so I'll keep that.
I got an email today from a friend that reminded me how good it is to have this blogging community around us. It truly is. Sometimes I think it's better than therapy. Without blogging I don't think I'd be where I am now. It's a good thing.
On another note, Joe & I are thinking about moving. Well, not actually thinking, we made an offer on a home which was not accepted and went back this afternoon to sign it back with some more modifications. We should find out tomorrow or Friday. In my heart I'm excited
and at the same time sad. As much as I complain about where I'm
living, it will be hard to leave my home. Many good memories are here,
along with bad, and when I think about living somewhere else I wonder if
it's the right thing. The new home is much closer to my job and our
backyard would have a park right behind it. But as I was driving to the sales site, I got such a good feeling about driving through the town. I lived here before I got married (Richmond Hill) and I never really wanted to leave. We shall see, we shall see.
Then Joe's brother called us tonite and asked if we wanted to go to Orlando at the end of April with him and his wife's family. I'm hesitant. I hate to fly, and the flight they have picked leaves at 6 fricken 30 in the morning. Not a good time to leave. We'd have to leave the house at 4am. Joe has enough problems getting Sam up at 7am. I know it's such a minor point, but I know dealing with a cranky toddler and cranky husband does not make a good start to a vacation. We're looking into possibly using Joe's airmiles to pay for one ticket and see if we can get a later flight for cheap. Another we shall see, we shall see.

And again thanks to everyone's thoughts and good wishes. Makes my heart feel happy. xoxo