Thursday, May 27, 2021

32 days, but who's counting?

 If everything goes as planned I'll be signing my giant stack of papers saying I promise to pay the bank for my house on June 28.  It didn't seem like it was so close until I counted the days, then I freaked out a bit.

A coworker suggested I check online for a moving check list to see what I was forgetting or still needed to do.  It calmed my mind down a bit to see that I had most of the things done, BUT I also read that it was a good idea to change your address 30 days ahead if you could.

I changed it and even though delivery to that address won't start until July 7, I freaked out and am still a little jittery.  It doesn't seem real putting that new address down, but I like it.  Part of me is scared to move still, but I'm mostly excited to start this new chapter in my life.

I'm ready for this.  I want my new home so badly.  I drive by and look at it, trying to imagine what it will feel like actually going there day after day to live.  At night before I go to bed I think about where things are going to go and the logistics of everything.  Closer to moving time it gets, the less I seem to be able to fall asleep.  The excitement gets to me every single time!

I have some packing to do yet, but for the most part things are done.  I can't believe how much I've thrown away or donated.  Seems like bags upon bags, yet I still have an amazing amount of things to move!

Then comes the unpacking.  It's quite possible bags and bags of things will be pitched yet or donated.  I have everything from my previous residence in boxes in the basement and it's going to be a treasure hunt to see what I thought I needed all those years ago.

32 days.  It's going to fly by, isn't it?

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