I have been talking about moving to our new house for so long I almost feel like it already happened. All evidence to the contrary though, as there are currently three guys in my apartment packing my entire life into boxes.
And me? Well, I feel kind of useless right now. I took the day off from work for the move, but there is nothing much for me to do right now, so I am just sitting on the couch and watching. A mere spectator to the major changes taking place in my own life.
I think it's possible I am in a little bit of denial. In denial that a part of my life is over, that I will never again come home to this apartment, the only place we have lived since we got married. In denial that my commute to work on Monday will be 40 minutes longer than it was yesterday. In denial that tonight I will be sleeping in my bed, but in a brand new bedrooom.
I am excited about this move, and my new house. But I have never, ever been very good with change.
But changes they are a-coming.
So I'm suiting up.
Next time you hear from me I'll be a full blown suburbanite.
Wish me luck...