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Well, the past couple days may have not been my finest hours. But, I'm trying to convince myself to cut me a teeny bit of slack, since the combination of the heat, my cycle and stress are all serious headache-stomach triggers. But self-mercy has never been one of my skills.

In the meantime, however, I've bought the first set of boxes, fought with my mother, paid bills, rented a storage unit, seen a stupid movie, cried, panicked and tried to figure out what we should do to make the house show-worthy. This weekend should involve a lot of boxing, cleaning, and sweating.

If anyone reading this thinks that we've got something of theirs, please speak up. I've got a handful of books and season two of veronica mars to return, but that's all that springs to mind.

Also, I currently have a very large crush on both Aaron Eckhart and the redheaded girl who works at Brueggers.

Every time I go out to run an errand, I think to myself "When we move, I'm not going to know where anything is" as though this was a tragedy akin to lopping off a foot or forgetting how to read. I need to remember that my sanity is not solely dependent on the familiarity of the rhythm in which I'm living right now. Much of the things that keep me comfortable in my skin (my husband, my cats, reading, cooking) are coming with me wherever I go. And I don't know where pragmatism starts and being a wimp ends, if my fear of the unknown is a prudent, learned response that takes my particularly instabilities into account or me just being a big whinyhead.

It's an adventure, dammit, not a punishment. I want this, I know I want this, it's a better job for Light and better opportunities for me, why can't I react to it with a little more equanimity? Not all change is bad.

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Well, the past couple days may have not been my finest hours. But, I'm trying to convince myself to cut me a teeny bit of slack, since the combination of the heat, my cycle and stress are all serious headache-stomach triggers. But self-mercy has never been one of my skills.

In the meantime, however, I've bought the first set of boxes, fought with my mother, paid bills, rented a storage unit, seen a stupid movie, cried, panicked and tried to figure out what we should do to make the house show-worthy. This weekend should involve a lot of boxing, cleaning, and sweating.

If anyone reading this thinks that we've got something of theirs, please speak up. I've got a handful of books and season two of veronica mars to return, but that's all that springs to mind.

Also, I currently have a very large crush on both Aaron Eckhart and the redheaded girl who works at Brueggers.

Every time I go out to run an errand, I think to myself "When we move, I'm not going to know where anything is" as though this was a tragedy akin to lopping off a foot or forgetting how to read. I need to remember that my sanity is not solely dependent on the familiarity of the rhythm in which I'm living right now. Much of the things that keep me comfortable in my skin (my husband, my cats, reading, cooking) are coming with me wherever I go. And I don't know where pragmatism starts and being a wimp ends, if my fear of the unknown is a prudent, learned response that takes my particularly instabilities into account or me just being a big whinyhead.

It's an adventure, dammit, not a punishment. I want this, I know I want this, it's a better job for Light and better opportunities for me, why can't I react to it with a little more equanimity? Not all change is bad.