Me Surprising Myself

OK- here's a mishmash of deep and not-so-deep thoughts thanks to Joffrey's Java 2.0 (the first version sucked so much it was unbloggable but this new awesome version is so yummy it makes up for it, I think it has extra caffeine, and I got it special, because I'm on the list. So ha)

Anyways, I have surprised myself. And don't think you'll never surprise yourself, because you just can't label people, even yourself.

We've moved several times in our marriage. I always say I hate moving. The packing, the unpacking. When we moved into our house, I imagined we'd be here for a long time. And 3 years is really long on the scale of our lives, we're still young, right? There was always a place in my heart that longed to move over to the west side of the state.

So now, the time is here. We have 15 days until the move. I am so excited I am jumping out of my skin.

Usually when we move, I'm not quite packed. Like I start a few days beforehand, and am still filling boxes as the truck is being started. Technically, we've never moved it all at once, but this time we will.

Anyhow- I surprise myself in that I am packed. Not completely, but ALL of our library is packed. ALL of my excess kitchen appliances, candles, linens, etc are packed. It helps that my new neighbor gave us a ton of boxes from her move.

If anyone were ever to ask (not that anyone ever would) what kind of a mover I was a few weeks ago, I would have spoken from my past moving experiences "Awww, I'm a last minute packer, a non-labeling-boxes kind of girl." But that's not true, that's not who I am. I'm just me, and even though that's how I did it before, that doesn't mean it's how I do things, it just means that's how I've done things. There could be a thousand reasons, but do the reasons even matter? All that matters is that I am filled with bliss, carefully packing and labeling each box. I'm fantasizing about the house. It's pink, have I mentioned that? Imagine, I am a lady with 6 daughters living in a pink house. My poor husband. But back to the point about packing with bliss. I'm going to unpack that way, too because everything is so organized and I can not wait to unpack it all. I can't wait to see my stuff in that house. I can't wait to sleep there. It's a Victorian, it better not be haunted.

I can't wait to walk to the Museums. I've already marked all of the free days on my calendar. I can't wait to learn the neighborhood. I can't wait to meet other families like us. I can't wait to sign my kids up for things. I can't wait until I see an upright piano on freecycle. I can't wait to have kids visit our backyard. I can't wait to sit in that living room and watch my kids play on that swing set in the snow. I can't wait, I am just so excited.

Man- I wonder if this is the coffee talking. Not that it's uncharacteristic of me to be so filled with bliss, but I don't think I always run my mouth this much.

Anyways, if anyone here lives near Tacoma- let me know. If you're visiting Tacoma- send me a note. I'm going back to packing now. I love my boxes, I love my empty rooms, I have neglected work once again because life is too much fun. I wonder if anyone is in the market for articles about moving bliss?

Just wait until I tell you how awesome the Tacoma School of the Arts looks. Yes- me, praising a school. What kind of world is this?



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