I am 2 weeks out from the move.
|King Chudo at the vet.|
I have two more weeks to stare at my ceiling, two more weeks to lay in the grass, two more weeks of walking Cecilia to her elementary school, the exact same one that I attended as a child. Cecilia has one more Girl Scout meeting. I have 6 more scheduled shifts. I am more ready this week than I was last week, but I still haven't packed up a single item. I did sort through Cecilia's clothes and take a load to the Goodwill store. I did get the dog his shots (and dewormed, the poor little guy). I did put in my two-week notice at work. But I have yet to pack up anything.
This two-week wait is making me more nervous, more anxious, more tired and stressed than I have felt in a long time. I can feel the air changing in my home. Everyone knows I am leaving and is angry/upset/sad about it. I know that I am leaving and I'm terrified. I'm putting all of my energy into not packing and into silly things like:
- Taking up crocheting....yes, you will see pictures soon.
- Yard sales with Cecilia. We found a new spin-art thing for a quarter. Pretty fun!
- Homeschooling Cecilia in religion. Yes, I am trying to get everything printed out while I still have a printer available to me.
Are these all good things? Yes, I think so. Is it the correct timing for things? Probably not. I really need to start packing up things. I am such a procrastinator though...