It's 9:30 AM and I just had brownies for breakfast. (Note to self: having brownie batter for dinner is very handy because it pretty much guarantees you'll have something for breakfast the next morning.) I'm showered and shiny and fresh-smelling and ready to face this day. I've been impressed with this: I'm still getting up fairly early each day and showering and putting on different clothes. (Granted, the bar has been lowered.) There's only been one day lately that I've laid in bed and then eventually just pulled on PJ pants and thrown my hair in a pony tail. And I would probably have done that anyway at least once in three weeks.
They came and got my car last Friday. It's really weird to watch a guy load and drive off with your car. My point-of-contact is a wreck and I'll be surprised if a single tire shows up on the other end of all this.
I'm packing, packing, packing. Last night I started to get freaked out. I was just feeling disoriented - thinking about finding myself sitting in my new apartment in a few weeks. The lack of continuity gets to me. The unknowns - all of them - felt overwhelming. I feel really antsy to get going. I want to get there so I can paint and unpack and just see my neighborhood. I want to find the grocery store I'll go to and see where I'll park my car and just experience weather that doesn't have anything to do with Nor'easters. I want to get into a routine.
Things are going pretty good. I'm slowly finding my way.