Blog Therapy for Moving

Lots of action here.  I do live in a really great neighborhood. It's pretty with good neighbors.  I was still surprised when several people showed up the first day the house was listed and one made an offer over the asking price because of the crowd at the door.  My offer for my chosen new place was accepted and tomorrow and Monday the inspections will happen.  My gut has been spinning ever since.  I sign my notes to my sisters "Your Crazy Sister..." 

Leo Cullum Cartoon

Processing this move previously in my own "special" way, I am certain it is time to leave the house, and I actually look forward to the new place.  But, for whatever reason, a personal flaw, having to rely on others, or feeling physically not up to all the work, yada, yada, my sleep has become elusive.  My eyes pop open at 1am and then 3am, and then I wake about 5:30am, early for me, but I give up and get up.  Last night I couldn't lay back down and got up and made some herbal tea and began packing boxes.  I packed five boxes and filled three large trash bags with things for charity, all the time wondering "where did all this crap come from?"  So driven by anxiety and sleeplessness things are getting packed and I am compulsively cleaning, yes, ewhh, you could drink out of my toilet.

At 7:30am I called my DIL the angel on earth and said "Omigod, how am I going to do this?" She replied, "Did you forget, you're not, just pack, Dave (my son) and I are doing it and we have it all planned out.  Quit worrying about it."  And like a whoopee cushion someone has sat on all my stress leaked out into the ozone.  

Then I sat down and thought, is it my age?  My move from Seattle to Walla Walla, I sold my house without fuss, moved everything over here and stored it, bought a house from a distance, and left the final move to my sons while I left with a suitcase for Portland to go help care for my Dad who we thought was dying at the time.  He didn't thankfully; he lived another five years in relatively good shape.  I think most of the whole world has nerves buying a home or selling one, and moving.  I remember following Ronni Bennett at Time Goes By when she sold her condo and moved from Portland, Maine to Portland, Oregon with her cat.  I was amazed how she completed this great venture, selling, hunting for a home from a distance; I am just moving two miles away.

I'm getting a grip. I am planning meals; I've been forgetting to eat but I'm well enough padded I won't starve soon but I'm sure I could use the energy.  Maybe then I can cut back the coffee which doesn't help the jitters.  I've been doing some yoga for 15 minutes at a time today between boxes, and went for a short walk. I hope that causes the worm to turn for me.  Meanwhile its lovely outside, sunny and cool, and the leaves are in blazing color.  My camera is packed and stored so not much in the way of pictures right now.  Back to the boxes.