Because I think I might. For weeks and weeks I've been thinking, "Hooray! Moving day is almost here!" And now it's like, "Oh my God. MOVING DAY is almost here." I just today called a relocation service about the weekend of May 14. I'm still tying up loose ends at work. I keep reworking my List of Cool New Things to Buy and have realized that maybe I'm setting my standards a bit high, especially since my nest egg will need to last until I get my first new-job paycheck, which won't happen until the end of June. Plus, my attempt at eliminating as many half-month bills as possible resulted in losing cable, Internet, and phone service all on the same day, so that I'm not really sure what to do with myself now. School? Yeah, right. Pack? The movers can do it (hell, I'm not paying for it). I feel lost. I am so ready for my new life. I'm just not ready to make it happen.
See what I said about hamster poop? Look at me, just babbling on and on. Maybe I'll have more poetic thoughts when the van is gone and Luke has dashed back to Rensselaer and I am left standing all alone. When it really hits me that I have moved away and I'm doing it all by myself and that will be as scary as it is fun. Is it selfish to want my co-workers to miss me? Who will I rent a movie with on a Tuesday night in Indianapolis? How will I figure out the best places to shop? Will family and friends really visit me the way they promise to? Is it OK to get a little dog for company when I'll be gone eight hours a day and some weekends?
Hamster poop.
At least it isn't ostrich poop or bat guano, which would be much worse.
Posted by: Luke | May 03, 2005 at 08:38 PM
Well . . . if it makes you feel better . . . my brother will be down there. I told him you're moving there, so you'll know somebody.
Jo Momma
p.s. If I'm Jo Momma, does that make my brother "Jo Uncle"?
Posted by: Anonymous | May 04, 2005 at 10:38 AM