Farewells

Farewells are happening. I posted online that we were moving and had a few friends contact me to arrange farewell meetings. I was able to enjoy a late lunch with one friend of 13 years on Friday. We couldn't believe it's already been 13 years! She just had her daughter a few months ago... we will miss each other but I've promised to get in touch around the holidays. Tomorrow and the next day I see two more friends. Little awkward with the pandemic on but we're trying to commune with caution.

Today I said farewell to my favorite provider of all time. My psych ARNP that has been taking care of me for the last 3-or nearly 3-years. She reflected on my intake during our last appointment this afternoon and said that I was fresh off ECT with hardly any working memory and completely flat expression. SO much has changed she says. She's very excited for the hubs, BB, and me to make our new life in Utah. I cried. But said I will send Christmas cards which she was happy to hear!

In other news the house is getting to the "mostly packed" phase with odds and ends making up awkwardly packed boxes now instead of the more thematic and neat boxes of earlier. Friday we wake up early and start the moving process! Saturday we will move into the new house down there. BB is excited and lets me know that even though he'll be far away from his friends and cousin and grandma that he can still call them.

My sibs weren't too concerned with goodbyes this weekend. We had a family BBQ yesterday and said farewells until Christmas. All things aligned we'll be back north for the holiday.

Oh! I finished a stitching project that I didn't intend to finish... some of the cross stitches turned to half stitches and it's not perfect but here ya are-my "Not Our Monkeys" reminder to not take on everyone else's stress. "Not my circus; not my monkeys." If it's somebody else's mess I am not responsible and don't need to through myself into an abyss worrying about it. Something like that... hopefully it makes sense to you all as it does to me! 

Packing Has Begun

I have decided I don't really like packing. Perhaps I'll like unpacking more? I can't really remember our other moves-how stressed I was, how satisfying it may have been, how afraid I was for our favorite belongings. So, I'm taking things one box at a time.

One thing I'm not taking one at a time is reading. I have four books cracked at the moment (and a day ago it was five). I'm reading The First Days of School and The Hate U Give to prepare for school and Anna Karenina and Julie & Julia for pleasure (although The Hate U Give is also a good book). I just finished a very dense read about PBS (Positive Behavioral Support) which I had tried to read at least three times before and failed. It was a library book that I got stuck with when plague hit. I then discovered that the school I'm headed to is using a similar (if not same) behavioral management program so I buckled down and got 'er dun.

As far as moving we have given notice and set a date-the 19th. That said, we don't for sure have a place to move just yet. They couldn't process the application without us having given notice because our current apartment management wouldn't confirm our tenancy without us having given notice. Huh??? It's scary. The hubs thinks the next contact from the property manager in Utah will be to arrange a time to get the keys. I'm still afraid of rejection.

There is a chance (if the apartment hasn't rented our unit) that we can stay on until the end of June if need be. I hope it doesn't come to that. I already feel like we're packed up a bit early but it will be a process I suppose.

I have been so caught up in the move and being freaked out about the prospect of my teaching role that I haven't been keeping up on the blogging. I wonder how y'all are doing?