some of our tenants thought we were robbers because so many cars kept coming and going from our apartment**, so they called the police. at least they care, right? i was inside cleaning and packing boxes still, so i didn't know about this until after the fact. its probably better that way because im incredibly stressed out. probably 300 times more stressed out than i thought i would be.
i keep going between about three emotions; sadness, complete confusion and anger. it feels a little bit like grieving because each of these emotions kind of hits me out of nowhere, and i swing between feeling all of these things intensely to feeling almost nothing.
in a way, i guess i am grieving; not the loss of an individual but the loss of an "era" as rachel put it earlier today. this is a whole different stage im walking in to. its weird.
because of this strange cycle of emotions, i didn't really feel present for most of our moving today. i think the magnum opus of my craziness was when j will asked me if i wanted to put some picture frames in my car and i burst into tears and said, "i dont know! i dont know where to put them!" im acting really weird. sorry, everyone.
i don't feel ready to go. even while i pack boxes, i feel like im fighting my self. i thought i was ready to go, but now that its time to go, i want to stay... but, its time to go.
love.
*minus whoever threw the bag of trash into our suitcase of toiletries... just kidding, we appreciate your help too! and it was probably an accident... but, it was kind of gross. i discovered it when i thought the honda smelled like trash, and then again when i opened up our suitcase to get out my eye drops and noticed the odor again, this time locating the offending plastic bag. i don't know what was in it. it was kind of like a dirty diaper. uh oh...
**it may or may not have also been because our oldsmobile (donnie) won't start (remember the flash flood?) and we had to put him in neutral and roll him onto the trailer behind the moving truck... shady? maybe... but actually, the phone call to the police actually happened before that incident took place, i just thought that was funny.
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that was a great moving article. if any of my friends ever have a move on the horizon, i will point them to this blog post. it captures the feelings perfectly. i know it probably wasn't funny at the time, but the whole, "I don't know where to put the picture frames!" thing was really funny. i like reading what you write. it doesn't feel like a waste of time to me, which a lot of things i read on the internet feel like.
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