We are moving. I'm not go to go into a lot of details on this except to say – that it definitely is happening and probably within the next 6-10 weeks. That means that I have to pack up a house we've lived in for over twenty years. That means I have to sort through and figure out what to do with "stuff". Now here is the kicker – I don't know where I am going yet. Don't ask cause I'm not going to tell you – yet – maybe – whatever.
And to tell you the truth – I don't know when I will know. I just know I have to pack. I can not seem to make the powers that be (God and Hubby) understand that it makes a difference if I am in an apartment, a house, have a basement, a garage, an attic, walk in closets, etc. Neither seems to care if I feel slightly insecure over the fact that I'm going "somewhere out there". Nor do they care if I'm a little bothered by the fact that everyone will be going back to school in August and therefore away from me and the packing. Or that I don't know what is going to happen to our pets.
All I know is that we will be staying in Georgia – hopefully close to where Hubby continues to work and J is in college. I have decided to blog about the move in order to retain some semblance of sanity. If you would have suggested to me last summer that this is what I'd be doing this summer - I would have laughed my head off.