Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Boxes and bags

I am tired. Mostly tired of packing all our belongings into boxes and black trash bags and chasing my little walker all over the house. (By the way, those Glad ForceFlex bags are NOT all the advertising cracks them up to be! In fact, I wouldn't recommend them to anyone!)

I was talking with my friend M. the other night and I admited that avoidance is my main coping mechanism. Don't think about it and don't discuss it. And that's how I'm dealing with this. When I said goodbye to my parents, I didn't even begin to think how I would miss them or that is was the last time I would see them for a while. (I would have lost it.) I don't think about Saturday (the official day of the move), how my life will change after we move (for better and worse), or how I'll have to make new friends (but I like my friends here--can you hear the whine?)

My moto: live in the moment. And at this moment, I need to go to bed, because there's a little girl (yes, baby no longer) who will be wide awake in 7 hours.

1 comment:

Jana Swartwood said...

Change is never easy (nor is packing, I'm afraid). You're heading off to the vast unknown. And yet there is such great opportunity for advendure and happiness as well. Who knows what wonderful people you might meet? Or what great opportunities you might have? And maybe, just maybe, you'll come to like the winters! (Ok, I'm not holding my breath on that one.)

At any rate, good luck with the move!