Where's the upside?

OK, enough already. Last week it was hassles with the french embassy. Now it's hassles, major hassles, from my bank. They want to translate my work contract in France from french into english. Well, they had better not charge me for such lunacy. Apparently rental income for one's property is not enough to keep them happy, they have to delve into the rest of my business as well. I am not impressed and it's taking days and days. Is there a bank out there that appreciates my impeccable personal integrity?

Moving on my small scale is a nightmare. There's no company uplifting all my belongings in one go and paying for the move. Sorting through everything into three piles seems to be my life right now.
Pile one (the biggest) is everything I can't keep in my life.
Pile two consists of personal effects to move to France. Stuff I need, a few things I really want. No furniture.
Pile three is what will fit into my suitcase and weighs only 20 kg.

I have to be very organised and very specific about these separate piles because if I get it wrong I can't fix it up. The expense of all this is rather overwhelming for my resources. As soon as the packers have left on Saturday I need to start concentrating on Trade Me. I desperately need money.

Changing my life to this extent is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. It's not all falling into place. But I can't go back. I won't go back. I want the life I've worked for in France.