sigh

At the moment I would like to be happily preparing for a music festival, but we just learned our trip and camp for Burning Man in September fell through so our upcoming reward for getting through everything has just gone up in smoke. No ride down. Nowhere to be. Having never been before, driving down alone and camping in a tent in a desert is not a fun thought...the excitement has turned to stress and apprehension. I am extremely dissapointed. Yet, I do not even come close to how dissapointed J is. Being married to someone who suffers from depression is very frustrating... Lets just say the whole situation sucks and sucks all the joy out of getting ready for this festival, which it turns out will also be a headache because our camper van needs repairs so we have to figure out how to cram all we need into our old car that really needs replacing and I am wary to take through to the mountains. And hope our tent is still OK. And can we really afford it anyway if we can't camp like we're used to? And will we even enjoy it?
Yes my friends. It all pretty much sucks.
I'm trying to be positive and try to prep for our trip and make the best of it but I am wondering if it's worth going between the issues and the moodiness...
Life owes me dammit. This is not how it's supposed to go...