As miserable and lonely and terrified as I thought I'd be once Philip left my side, it seems I'm either in complete denial about what's going on, or somehow my guts feel no need to panic. I've been okay. Granted, it's only been eight days. And I have 82 more to go before I will leave the only place I've ever called home to join my sweet babe in Hawaii on July 31. That's a lot of time for my indecisive nerves to give me trouble. But we'll see! Maybe I'm just tougher than I thought.
Skype has been a life-saver. Being able to see my husband's face and watch him speak makes the distance so much easier. I'm surprised we didn't utilize this service more before he moved to California just more than three years ago. It would have made all of those long distance months easier to take. And now that I know how much it helps, I'll be sure to Skype with my family and friends from home once I made the move.
Before he moved, we decided that I would also move out of the house that we occupied for more than two years, as the rent would be more than I could sustain on my own. It wasn't easy packing up our belongings - deciding what to keep, what to sell, what to give away and what to throw away. I can become quite attached to my belongings. The process of selling or giving away our things was actually pretty easy... I like the idea of another family living with these items. But when it came time to get rid of the things people didn't want, it was a bit much for me to take. It was the first time during the move than I broke in to tears... at the dump.
Luckily, the pups and I have been adopted by one of my most favorite couples. These two are hilarious together and they love my dogs just as much as I do. They've given me a wonderful little space in their home to call mine for the next three months. It hasn't been easy downsizing an entire house into a single bedroom, but I'm so perfectly comfortable here. This will be a nice place to finish my stay in Sacramento. I feel rather fortunate to have such good friends.
A creature of habit, I find myself feeling a bit nostalgic and scared to leave my roots. As I get closer to making the move myself, however, my excitement is beginning to bubble over. I'm moving to Hawaii with my husband who loves me more than I could have ever hoped he would, into a hugely supportive and loving family, on to the top of a big, beautiful mountain overlooking the island and the crisp blue ocean. I suppose you won't find me complaining about that!
"I'm in a hurry to get things done - oh, I rush and rush until life's no fun. All I really gotta do is live and die - but I'm in a hurry and don't know why."
