Moving is Fun

"Moving is fun" was a great mantra at 5am when the alarm went off and swimming was imminent. A great mantra, in theory. In practice, it made me want to pull the covers back over my head and go back to sleep. Strangly, that's kind of how the process of preparing for a cross-country move makes me feel.

I love moving. It's so exciting - the uncertainty of the unknown, the feeling of starting over (at least a little bit) - putting old furniture in new places, deciding where the mugs go in a new kitchen. Getting used to new views out new windows and exploring new routes for the same old errands.

And this cross-country moving is all that excitement times ten. This move in par-ticular, since within the next three weeks Pat and I will relocate, get married, and start new jobs. I'm sure at some point "excitement" pushes over into "overwhelmed chaos," but we're not there yet. We've known this all was coming for some time now, so it just feels like the shoe is finally dropping. Planning time is almost over - now it's time to DO.

So today our worldly possessions get loaded into a moving van and disappear until we can find a place to live. And on Friday we hit the road and head West. And despite everything (and everyone) we're leaving behind that I know I will miss , there's too much ahead to do anything but hit the gas.

Is that a moving van I hear? Better run. "See" you all on the left coast.