The past two days I hit a low point with the moving-action. Picture the image with about five times the amount of stuff in it and welcome to my apartment after five days of packing. :)
One, I think I must realize that this transition is taking its toll on me - I've been overly tired as my brain refuses to shut off when it is clearly time to sleep (Sad that it doesn't listen to me!), packing up my office was an emotionally HUGE deal (I moved here for this job and I picked the carpet and base wall color for goodness sake!...), not to mention, saying goodbyes over the last couple of weeks has made me miss Boston while I'm still present in my life here. Packing has been a complete challenge - I've been so lost in how to go about doing so and have needed help.
Two, it's been really cloudy here and I think two days of it is just too much! (Good thing I'm moving to the "Sunshine State" - How do I keep forgetting how much I need the sun?)
Side note: Dear Hurricanes, please stay away... Love, Jess
This morning, I woke up and it was S-U-N-N-Y! I immediately felt like I could pack more stuff up sans my AMAZING friend and helper, Britt. She's done more for me than I can say (like telling me what to do and giving me projects to complete - a total reversal in our 'friendship roles' - hilarious!). It also occurred to me that hey, I HATE chaos - I do everything I can to ensure things are in their places and then I know I can rest. Not the case when your house is turned upside down and there are boxes, piles to sort-through, clothing and the like everywhere. And, I am unable to escape it. I just have to work in the midst of and through it.
So I am reminded, once again, of an over-sized pencil that my friend Meg gave me years ago... "Chaotically Calm," it says in bold print. Today, I feel that way and soon enough (less than seven days to be exact), I will be on the road and staring the unknown future in the face. Well, my iced Americano and stack of papers are calling me...
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