Moving Day
So.
Here I sit among piles and towers of boxes...Christmas decorations...toys...clothes...dishes...
Everyone else is gone. D to work, the kids with my mom to the new house (after breakfast at McDonald's. They probably want to move every stinkin' day if it means they get to eat fast food for every meal and pizza for dinner...). Annie and I are here in the quiet, waiting on the movers.
It's so weird. I've literally waited and dreamed and planned for this day for about 8 years, the last 5 years in earnest. And now that it's here, I'm sad at the prospect of leaving this home. And yet, I'm so excited about our new home and the memories we'll make there...
Moving is an intense amount of work. It's intensely stressful. I find I can't make even the simplest decisions after deciding what needs to go to the new house, what needs to stay, what needs to be donated, what is trash. I can't imagine making this transition alone...or under the sad circumstances that sometimes cause people to uproot and move. The light at the end of the tunnel for me is the excitement of a newer, bigger house with all of its little pleasures.
I think I hear the truck trying to park outside. Annie to the crate. Computer away. Time to go.
