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.)
Happy Moving!!!!
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to see pics of your furniture in the new place! Good luck today!
ReplyDeleteI hope the move went well and that you found your mind in the process.
ReplyDeleteWe have an old family joke: I have two brains - one's lost, and the other's out looking for it.
ReplyDeleteNow we just say "two brains". Good luck with the move. We can't wait to hear from you again.
I hope you'll be back soon too! And that the moving process was better and easier than you thought.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to this end of the valley! Hope you're back online soon!
ReplyDeletePS I'd offer to come and help you unpack while my daughter is at preschool, but seeing as how we've never actually MET, that might be a tad awkward. :)
Wishing you the best on your move.
ReplyDeletehope you find everything. i'll come looking if i don't hear from you soon.
ReplyDeleteGood luck and have fun. Daybreak is a "happenin'" place. Maybe I'll see you there someday.
ReplyDeletePlease email your address and phone number so I can update our class website!
Okay, you've had time to get moved. We want an update! And some funny moving stories. You know you have them.
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