Okay… so… I’ve been kind of missing in action for most of the last month or so (more than that maybe… ). I can sit back in the quiet of right now and maybe get just a bit caught up.
Right now, I’m sitting in a hotel room in Strongsville Ohio. It looks like this is going to be home (the town, not the hotel) in the very near future. I’ve been working through interviewing for a new job and getting the new job, and now the whirlwind of relocation planning.
I’m out of spoons right now, but I’m pushing on.
It’s raining. It has been raining for two days. My hands are just a little bitchy right now. I took a couple napproxin. I’m hoping it kicks in shortly.
I got my corral placement for the Disney Half I’m in Corral “N” out of “P” corrals (why do I feel like I’m back in high school algebra?). I’m starting to really think the race is going to happen. I guess (given that we leave for Disney in 10 days I better start realizing it.. and packing).
So… here I am… looking down the barrel of a brand new job. One that I’m actually really excited to be tackling. It’s intimidating. It’s daunting. It’s exciting. I can do this.
I’m also looking down the barrel of my son not moving with us. He intends to stay in the town where we live now with his (incredibly cute and very good for him) significant other. Adam worries I will hate Travis for Adam not moving. Not going to happen. Travis is good for Adam. I will worry (a lot) but I’m not going to hate him for it. Travis is worried about Adam and not moving with us. It does my heart good to see them together. I will get through this.
I’m sitting here, nursing a cup of cold (from last night) Sheetz coffee. I’m thinking about the fact that it is nearly Christmas and the holiday season has passed me right by. From a few days before Thanksgiving (when I went to my face to face interview) to a few days before Christmas (today… yesterday…) blink and it was gone.
I’m facing the coming months with excitement and tears. This will be THE single hardest move I’ve made yet. I’m working hard to convince myself I’m up to it. I know I’m up to it. I’m still trying hard to convince myself I am.
I’m sitting here in the quiet. My fingers are tingling. My knuckles are achy. My companions (Courage the dog and my rainbow puzzle piece monkey) are comforting my heart.
I can do this! I can’t wait to make an offer on the house. But… mixed feelings…