Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.I know it's in a box somewhere. Tomorrow I'll start looking. Tomorrow! Actually, it's already tomorrow—we're moving TODAY! The china looks dishy in new cupboards and the towels look swingy on new bars; books stand ready to be stacked and each knick-knack is hoping to be picked for the top shelf. Blankets can't wait to cozy up to the bed—no sheet!
There were so many details somersaulting through my head already today, and then I found out that when we sign out of Comcast (tomorrow) I'll lose ALL my email! I frantically set up a gmail account (martyhalversonatgmail.com) and finally figured out how to import my address list just in time—in spite of the empty boxes towering next to my desk, waiting to be filled. But I can't lose you guys! You understand me—you don't mind that I've lost my mind.
My phone number, address and email are all changing and I have to unplug my computer and wait days and days for a new internet connection. I feel adrift. I haven't had time to read blogs or call friends or even say goodbye to Sir John (the British knight who lives next door) and tomorrow my life as I know it will be over. It's exciting and exhausting and sad and traumatic and invigorating and scary. And right.
I only have six hours to sleep before the movers come, but I don't want to go to bed. Although I can't wait for my new life to start, I don't want to let go of the old one quite yet. It's been a good one.
But I've got to find my mind!
(I hope I'll be back soon.)
There were so many details somersaulting through my head already today, and then I found out that when we sign out of Comcast (tomorrow) I'll lose ALL my email! I frantically set up a gmail account (martyhalversonatgmail.com) and finally figured out how to import my address list just in time—in spite of the empty boxes towering next to my desk, waiting to be filled. But I can't lose you guys! You understand me—you don't mind that I've lost my mind.
My phone number, address and email are all changing and I have to unplug my computer and wait days and days for a new internet connection. I feel adrift. I haven't had time to read blogs or call friends or even say goodbye to Sir John (the British knight who lives next door) and tomorrow my life as I know it will be over. It's exciting and exhausting and sad and traumatic and invigorating and scary. And right.
I only have six hours to sleep before the movers come, but I don't want to go to bed. Although I can't wait for my new life to start, I don't want to let go of the old one quite yet. It's been a good one.
But I've got to find my mind!(I hope I'll be back soon.)
