Today is the day. There is a gigantic orange truck parked outside of my house ready to swallow up all of my belongings. There are strangers in my house going through all of my things like well-trained thieves. I have tried to prepare, to organize my things the way I want them packed, but I have a feeling all of that was for nothing. They will be tossed into random boxes without a care.
I don’t remember the last time we moved. It was just over 13 years ago. I am sure we had movers, but I know we also had a U-Haul, and towed a car, and I feel like we at least packed ourselves. This is different. It is like 5 Tasmanian devils have just walked into my house. It is unsettling to say the least.
I have decided rather than cracking a beer at 9:30am and trying to micromanage the situation, I am going to stay on ‘Denial Island’ as it has been dubbed, and write. I have hours to watch this melee, so what better time to revamp my page, catch up on my Zero to Hero assignments, and figure out where this blog is going. I can peruse Pinterest, update my status on Facebook and maybe even read a bit. My dogs are at my feet, there is a slight breeze here on the porch. I can just sit here and pretend this is not happening for a little while longer.
Alright, I may still have the beer.