Yesterday I packed the first of what will surely be many boxes in anticipation of moving in two weeks. And yesterday evening, I sat on the couch, sobbing into my husband’s chest. He asked me why I was so sad about moving, and I couldn’t even put it into words. Still can’t. All I can muster is, “It’s just SO HARD.” Yes, I’m scared about what is going to happen to us financially if we can’t sell our house here. Yes, I’m scared about finding a job in Little Rock. And yes, I’m looking forward to meeting all the people in Little Rock that I’ve already befriended online, and I’m looking forward to reconnecting with old friends, and I’m looking forward to spending time with my family, so you’d think I’d be overjoyed. But I’m not. At least not yet. So for now, I’m packing boxes, and tallying up lasts– last Monday morning drive to work, last trip to the beach, last visits to our favorite restaurants–and I’m piling up Kleenex, and I’m stacking up worries. If you notice I’m quiet around here, or otherwise, please send up a little prayer or some positive vibes for me, as these next two weeks are sure to be very, very hard.
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It IS hard, but I think you’ll grow more excited as moving day gets closer. It’s always fun to start again (or at least I always thought so).
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Does it help if I say I’ve done it a bunch of times (including with the house issues) and I survived? You will too.
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Turning past the last page of a great book is a turn that elicits mixed emotions – glad for having experienced it and sad that it’s over. Then there’s the excitement of starting that next book on your to-read list…
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I think moving can be really emotional just because of the stress. Good luck with everything, I’m sure once you’re all moved you’ll feel 1000% better.
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