Today I wasn’t able to get online any earlier, so my post was posted a little later than I usually do. Things have been hectic around here, to say the least.
My Mom came to visit me and help me out, while we’ve been packing like crazy. Everybody asks me, “Do you have that much stuff that you need to pack for? For forever and a day?”
The answer is, “No, we don’t have that much stuff, but we’re SPRING cleaning at the same time that we’re packing. We’re sifting through tons of paperwork and items that we may or may not need. So, we’re trying to downscale all of our things. Keeping only the very essential necessities.”
Mom’s coming over was a great help, but then I cleaned up a little and came back up North with her. It was about a 2 hour drive, and it is my opportunity to see my Grandma, check up on her, and say goodbye to all of them for the last time, before I drive back home and then leave the state.
My visit is a little bittersweet at the moment. I’m glad to see them, glad they’re all doing okay, but at the same time, I know our days together are numbered. Pretty soon we’ll be on the road, and leaving the state, and who knows when I’ll be able to return next time? Who knows who will be living or dead, when I return, if I return. It’s a very morbid thought, I know, but I’m a realist. I’m a dreamer when I need to be (usually when writing), but most of the time I’m grounded in reality.
For now, I’m counting my blessings, trying to enjoy this time with my extended family, trying to rest my aching back and body, but in a couple more days I’ll be back to the grind of packing, yet again.
I hope that the tale end of my stay is still enjoyable and too many tears aren’t shed. I’ve got enough on my mind, and I don’t really think I can handle too much more drama, right about now. I’m trying to keep positive, so I can keep motivated to keep working on the move, or else I would have lost my steam a long time ago.
I’m keeping my mind and body prepared for the completion of packing, cleaning up the place, and then giving back the keys to our apartment. I hope as we are starting the drive on our road trip, and once I slam that door shut and drive away from our apartment complex, that the wheels of change begin to spin and we’ll have started over with a brand new chapter of our lives.
