It has been said that the only thing more stressful than moving is getting a divorce. I disagree. My divorce was a breeze compared to this. I think that is because I am the one that wanted it.
The packing and purging continues. I am getting rid of more and more “stuff”. Family and friends are getting it. I’m trying to get my “stuff” down to one climate controlled storage. And in doing so, I have realized that a lot of my “stuff” is just that. STUFF. There are remarkably few things that actually mean anything to me. It has been stuff to fill the space. There are a few things that I have gotten on separate vacations and things that have been made for me. They are the keepers, the rest can go.
As I took things off the walls and boxed them up I took a mental picture of how things looked. I have said before, packing up my pictures is the hardest part. I am a photo freak, and I take a lot of them. The ones that have been framed are my favorites. I am not taking any of them with me because of limited space and I don’t think I would be able to hang them on the walls of an RV.
My home is in shambles right now, and it makes me exceedingly anxious to be in such a mess. Boxes everywhere, newspapers, and tape all over the place. I need to vacuum, but there is no point. I cooked spaghetti last night for my boys. My kitchen is a mess and that makes me crazy. That was probably the last meal we will have together for a few years. I will look forward to them visiting me on my journey.
I have realized I have also been distancing myself from my friends. I guess I think it will be easier to leave without a lot of drama. I have not allowed myself to be chummy with the new people in my neighborhood because I don’t want it to be harder than it already is.
What I am about to do is seriously setting in with me now more than ever, and right now it is a bit overwhelming. My dream is actually going to come true and what an adventure this is going to be!
This is my journey…
