At the risk of tempting fate...
We're under contract on a house in Leland, NC. It's new construction, due to be completed around August. It's quite lovely.
And the sale of our house proceeds- they just did the survey this week.
We ordered a POD to start packing stuff.
Chris just emptied the first bookshelf- the start of the packing stuff.
And, I spent the whole last week telling people at work. Some of them were really hard... I shed more than a few tears. My goal was to leave sad, not angry and burned out, and I think I have that nailed.
One of the things I find so amazing is all the support I'm getting from people. So many well-wishes, so many "happy for you's". I guess I've been in this weird place of both thinking that people are going to be upset that I'm leaving, and also thinking that makes me pretty full of myself. Why should they care? And also, of course they will care.
There's a party planned. I'm both excited and uncomfortable being the center of that attention.
There are fewer and fewer weekends between now and the move. A lot to do, still. I'm feeling a little disorganized.
All change is hard, even good change. And this is good change. The closer we get, the better I feel about the move. Yes there is a lot of work to do, and yes there are still myriad ways things can go wrong. But in the end, I have to take my own therapy-advice: is this a problem, or a worry? Solve the problems. Shelve the worries.
And embrace the excitement. That's where I'm going to focus. All this change and stress is transitional and temporary. In the end, things will work out just the way they're supposed to. I have faith.