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A long, full weekend. Both Saturday and Sunday, Light and I spent literally eight hours a day packing crap up and moving it to a storage unit out in Hatfield. A lot ended up getting pitched, an even bigger pile awaits a donation run, and of course, there's more still to go. Tonight our real estate agent comes over to talk with us about what happens next. (if you want a cuisinart ice cream maker, some crappy chairs, various candley things, or a number of other things too numerous to mention and can come get it today, give me a call)

Everything feels sort of unfocused and unreal, like this isn't really happening to me and in a couple days I'll wake up and have to go back to work at the hospital. This happens with all the major changes, and I can usually convince myself the dissociative feelings are perfectly normal and will pass any day now, and just sort of plow through and 'act as if', and this time is no exception, but I wonder if some day, I'll find another way to deal with change. Or, maybe, I'll just continue to avoid it.

I'm still scared of everything that happens next, but I had the belief before it all became real that this would be a good thing to do, and I'm pretty sure that belief will come back around. We'll find somewhere to live in between now and when we buy a new house, we'll find a good house, someone will love this house and buy it, I'll find another job that I like.

For now, though, I have a full day of cleaning, packing, and freaking out. And possibly finally watching The Devil Wears Prada, though I might just fastforward to the Stanley Tucci bits.

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A long, full weekend. Both Saturday and Sunday, Light and I spent literally eight hours a day packing crap up and moving it to a storage unit out in Hatfield. A lot ended up getting pitched, an even bigger pile awaits a donation run, and of course, there's more still to go. Tonight our real estate agent comes over to talk with us about what happens next. (if you want a cuisinart ice cream maker, some crappy chairs, various candley things, or a number of other things too numerous to mention and can come get it today, give me a call)

Everything feels sort of unfocused and unreal, like this isn't really happening to me and in a couple days I'll wake up and have to go back to work at the hospital. This happens with all the major changes, and I can usually convince myself the dissociative feelings are perfectly normal and will pass any day now, and just sort of plow through and 'act as if', and this time is no exception, but I wonder if some day, I'll find another way to deal with change. Or, maybe, I'll just continue to avoid it.

I'm still scared of everything that happens next, but I had the belief before it all became real that this would be a good thing to do, and I'm pretty sure that belief will come back around. We'll find somewhere to live in between now and when we buy a new house, we'll find a good house, someone will love this house and buy it, I'll find another job that I like.

For now, though, I have a full day of cleaning, packing, and freaking out. And possibly finally watching The Devil Wears Prada, though I might just fastforward to the Stanley Tucci bits.