Luckily I have plenty of things to distract me from getting too sentimental.
Custom box-building--I was proud of this one.
I am too busy thinking about switching over utilities and how we are going to pack the trampoline and getting Charlie's allergist to sign school medication papers.
We work almost every night on packing and we are getting there.
It grows every day.
I am at the hard stage where there is a lot of stuff left but it is the stuff we still use almost every day--towels, beds, the tv, a few plates . . . .
My biggest fear right now is whether or not we will fit everything on the truck. Or rather, how much we'll have to leave behind. Almost everyone tells me they had to leave stuff behind. I had my first ever garage sale with a friend of mine who also just moved.
I made $200 that I keep in a ziplock in my purse. Don't rob me, most of it has been frittered away.
I've been selling lots of stuff on Craigslist. I get a thrill out of putting stuff on the curb with a "FREE" sign and having it disappear within minutes. People will take ANYTHING if it's free! And we trying to stage boxes into piles of "must keep" and "stuff we could leave behind." (It's shameful how much cubic space my Holiday Decor takes up in the "MUST KEEP" pile--Dang the Display-Offs!)
It's time to start cleaning my house as well as packing. A Coke exploded in my freezer a couple of months ago and I haven't wiped it up yet. We've been doing a lot of our favorite things on our California Bucket List. Those are on instagram so I won't repost them all here. I mostly just want to go one more time to all of our routine places and restaurants.
Those are the places I'll miss the most. I refuse to talk about the people I'll miss because (1) that's too painful for a person in my condition, and (2) I really plan to keep in touch a lot through visits, texts, and instagram. (Facebook is all but dead to me.)
I keep thinking about the little things I'll miss. Most of it stems from the familiarity I feel here. I have built up an arsenal of doctors and service providers that I know and trust which will take time to replace. I have a car shop that is convenient and trustworthy. I have a favorite parking place at the airport. I have a fantastic dentist. I know the guy at the Costco pharmacy. He has two daughters.
One of the hardest things to leave is my gym. The childcare is so wonderful, the classes are awesome, and the crowd is totally down to earth and non-threatening. At my brother Rex's wedding reception, he gave a speech that ended with a hilariously out of character, somber expression to his new wife: "Sarah, (voice dropping an octive), I truly love you." In that vein I say, "Northwest YMCA, I truly love you."
This whole move was my idea and I really am excited about so many things, but I am also grateful that it's so hard to leave. It's been a fantastic life here the last nine years. We flew straight here after our honeymoon, started our marriage here, and had all our kids in California.
I have collected more best friends and gotten to know some of the best people a girl could meet.
Dinner last week before Nicole (left) moved.
Living here has shaped me in many ways, and I like to believe I'm better for it. See what a good job I'm doing at not waxing sentimental? At least I'm not weeping right now--I save that for final doctor appointments, oil changes, etc.