In a couple of days from when I’m writing this (or, as of tomorrow when you read this, probably) it will be three weeks until I move. And I am nowhere near ready. At least I don’t think I am. So to combat this unsettling feeling that I’m never going to get everything done, I thought I’d blog about it. Maybe that’ll help put it all a bit more into perspective, right?
In three weeks (from Tuesday) I will be driving away from Florida en route to an entirely new life where I am far away from the majority of my friends, I have no job, no plans, and a lot of unknowns.
To say I’m scared would be an understatement. I’m scared this is the wrong decision. I’m scared I will not find a job I don’t dislike again. I’m scared I’ll lose some people (and maybe one or two in particular.)
I’m also scared I’m not ready and I don’t have nearly enough done. I have sold 2/3 of my furniture, which is great, but I haven’t packed a thing. The last two weeks are going to be SO hard. Whatever I don’t have sold by the time I move out of my place on the 31st, I am having a junker-place come pick up and take away.
I also need to pack things into boxes. Clothes, shoes, purses, kitchen items. Then I can go through and donate or throw away all the rest of the stuff as well.
I think once I pack some boxes up, I’ll feel a lot better. I hope. People need to come get furniture out of my house. That’ll help for sure. Then I can start packing up boxes and make a “box corner” in my house. I still need to look into how many boxes I am going to have and how much it’s going to cost to ship…because all I’m taking in my car is suitcases, an air mattress, Gizmo and me (and my bike on the back of the car.)
Holy crap. Three weeks is not enough time.
Anyone want to buy my kitchen table and chairs? Or bar? Or random end-table? Or patio chairs?