Stages Of Moving

Moving day was a fright. Hours and hours of frantic work, made easier by wonderful friends and help. We got into our new town after four in the morning, got a hotel room, and then got to work mid-morning the next day. By that night, everything was in---either in the garage or in the house.....and now: where are my clothes?? where's the iron?? where are the sheets?? how about the towels! It's an adventure game. A big game of hide and seek.

It's been fun to start putting stuff away. I still feel like an imposter, though, in this house at times---a house so different from the one we left. And after several days of trying to get some semblance of order, I feel a sort of letdown, a melancholy, a strangeness overtake me. I know it's part of those stages of moving. A friend shared a wise thought passed on to her when she moved: when a plant is transplanted, there's often a period of time where it wilts before it blooms again. I don't feel like I'm wilting, by any means, but there will be adjustments.

That said, it's been as smooth an experience as we could've hoped for. The rest is gravy---I'm sure it will take a fair amount of time for everything to find its spot and place. Meanwhile, I intend to enjoy the ride and enjoy every lovely aspect of my new lovely spot.

Moving Day

I can't believe the day is here already. It's a typical beautiful---actually stunning---Bay Area morning. I will miss this weather; I will miss this house, my house; I will miss this town; I will miss my friends; I will miss my family, my parents; I will miss my 18-yr-old son who has moved out and is starting his own new life chapter; I will miss 7-11 being just around the corner; I will miss close access to Santa Cruz and San Francisco. That Said: I am looking forward to a new place, a new adventure, new experiences. If I can just survive this packing, cleaning, and moving process, all will be well!

To Infinity And Beyond

Just a quick little mention that last week---at an untimely but already planned event---my two youngest sons and I were in St. Louis for four days. One of the planned outings was a trip to The Arch---to the very TOP of The Arch. I don't like close spaces and I don't like heights, but it was awesome. SO....if you're ever in St. Louis, if the floods don't cover the whole entire state, make sure you get a chance to take a ride to the top. It's worth it. (Plus, visit City Museum...It's fabulous. A very unique experience for sure.)

Moving Is....

OVERWHELMING.

Do you ever recover?

Big Brown's Big Loss

I'm not much into horse racing, but I've been seeing the hype lately over Big Brown. He was favored to win but bombed completely, coming in dead last. In fact, he apparently became the first horse seeking the Triple Crown to finish last in 140 years of running the 1 1/2-mile Belmont. All that aside--really, it's neither here nor there to me--my favorite quote from an article I saw, spoken by Big Brown's trainer: "I feel like a big loser right now and I don't know why."

Um...because your horse just lost?

A Sign

So we decided that if our house didn't sell, we would know we're supposed to stick around here. That seemed a decent and logical measure. Is it reasonable, then, to figure that if our house sells in 12 hours for over asking price, cash, as is, that it's okay to go?? It's been a wild ride.