Moving day. I've been in this place for just under nine years and I expected that today would feel a little bittersweet, but no. I am ready to move on. The shape of my life has changed so much that it just does not fit here anymore. Still, for the most part, I will think back fondly on this place where I've raised my kids, got sober, and rediscovered myself in so many ways. But it is time to move on.
This is the start of the end of a process that started last November, and in a few weeks it will be done. That will be a huge relief!
We are doing a rolling move. Mom's stuff is arriving late next week, so I want to get the apartment cleared by then, and the storage space, and have all of that stuff sorted and set up before then. Then we'll get mom's stuff set up before receiving Jenna's stuff...
So there is a lot of work ahead. I hope to have all of everyone else's stuff that is in the apartment in the house by the time I go to bed tonight. My stuff? Well, I have a lot of packing still to do, but once the rest of the apartment is clear, I can knock my room and storage closet out in a couple days. Really, even with the storage space, I was running out of room to store packed items, so I've just left it for when I can just pack and move all at once.
Some long days ahead, but it is good work and when it is done, I really feel like I can start moving ahead with some parts of life that have been neglected while this six month process has been progressing.
