I am moving in 19 days. I am leaving the house where I’ve spent two happy decades, raising my family. In 19 days I am leaving the place that has been my home, my castle, my sanctuary, and will no longer have the right to walk in its front door.
I don’t think I have been this emotionally labile since my teens. One day I am weepy and morose, the next I am manic with excitement. Some nights I lie in bed and my heart starts to pound and I can hardly breathe and have to get up. Other nights I fall into a coma of emotional exhaustion. Moving has made me bipolar.
I got to go into my new house yesterday, for the first time since being its putative owner. It is completely different than the two previous times I had been inside, when I was merely eying its potential. This time I was looking around at rooms that are mine. Luckily, I still loved it. A lot. That made me giddy with relief and glee. This is going to work! I am going to be able to bond with my new castle.
We just need to get through the moving days first -- and there are three of them, really. July 7 the movers come and box everything up except our beds and essentials. July 8 we move. July 9 the movers return to unpack for us and we clean and hand over our current house.
You’d think no one in the world but me had ever moved, wouldn’t you, the way I’m carrying on? Sorry, can’t help it. This is my moving experience, and this is my blog.
19 days. 19 days.
I don’t think I have been this emotionally labile since my teens. One day I am weepy and morose, the next I am manic with excitement. Some nights I lie in bed and my heart starts to pound and I can hardly breathe and have to get up. Other nights I fall into a coma of emotional exhaustion. Moving has made me bipolar.
I got to go into my new house yesterday, for the first time since being its putative owner. It is completely different than the two previous times I had been inside, when I was merely eying its potential. This time I was looking around at rooms that are mine. Luckily, I still loved it. A lot. That made me giddy with relief and glee. This is going to work! I am going to be able to bond with my new castle.
We just need to get through the moving days first -- and there are three of them, really. July 7 the movers come and box everything up except our beds and essentials. July 8 we move. July 9 the movers return to unpack for us and we clean and hand over our current house.
You’d think no one in the world but me had ever moved, wouldn’t you, the way I’m carrying on? Sorry, can’t help it. This is my moving experience, and this is my blog.
19 days. 19 days.
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