My husband is a saint. He’s been dealing with the movers, the appliance delivery, the cable company, the alarm company, etc etc. The last two days he has unpacked so much and gotten the house in order for our arrival on Friday.
There are still a million more things to do, but it’s coming together box by box. It’s pretty frustrating to not be there to organize and arrange, but trust me…..I will have that house whipped into shape within a few days.
What he hasn’t had to deal with, is the sad reality of saying so many goodbyes. It’s basically the most painful week I’ve ever spent. Hour after hour of hugs and tears and I’ll see you soons. But even with the extreme sadness, I’m excited about the adventure ahead. The anticipation is finally going to be over and we get to dive in and explore our new life.
I feel like my move to the south needs to involve this bag.
My phone autocorrects y’all to tall. It clearly did not get the memo about the move.
It’s hard to believe that this is the week we move. John is already in Nashville to meet the moving trucks, and we move out there as a family on FRIDAY. Which leaves me 3 full days to wrap up my entire Los Angeles life, say goodbye to my friends, try to remind my family that we are not moving to Australia and that we will still see them all the time, and somehow manage to keep my kids fed and bathed in the process. I’m overwhelmed. No, that doesn’t seem to be an appropriate description for how I’m feeling. I get overwhelmed in traffic. This….this is different. This is more like, it’s cocktail hour somewhere and does anyone have some xanax kind of a feeling.
I’m trying to take it one day at a time and not overthink the week ahead. But in trying to not think too far ahead, I’m also trying to not think too far behind. Because when I start to think about our life in LA, our home, our families – well, no amount of wine really dulls that pain! Although A for effort, because I’m really trying to see if I can make it work.
Here’s the last pic of us as a family in front of our house in LA. Red door and all. I loved that house so much and what did I say about not looking behind???? Tears. Gotta go.