You know I’m an all or nothing sort of girl. Balls to the wall. Vagina fueled arms. When I’m ready to go, it’s GO TIME! Just think how much I would get done if it were go time all the time. Alas, it is not.
It is window shopping time. It’s take a look around, you can look but you can’t touch time. It’s the time where I know what I need to do, but it’s just too damn early to get it done.
I’d tear everything down and live in a shell for a month, no big deal. I am already chomping at the bit to start doing so, but I know it’s too soon. In my head, I have this tentative date that we’ll drive off into the sunset (or actually sunrise in this case). For me, all the planning revolves around this date, but Lovey works the other way and feels like our departure date will depend on all the things we have to do. When IT minds divide, lol.
I’m biding my time by making lists and putting things in my planner. I knew that thing was gonna come in handy for SOMETHING this year. Besides sitting there being pretty. It’s become the repository for so many things, including the things that are in the cloud. Because you never know when your signal is gonna go straight to hell.
I’m acting like I haven’t ever moved across the country before. I’m acting like this is my first time. When in actuality, I’ve done this move already, just in reverse. I know what’s up. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. We know so much more about this than we did the first time so it’s gonna cost SO MUCH LESS!
Movers that lose your shit? No thanks. Car transport that is the equivvalent of ‘I got a guy’? Hells to the no. Planning out better overnight rest hotels? Yup. Possible doing a VRBO for the week we arrive so we can still be comfortable until we’re in our rental? Yes, most likely. See? Under control. Everything’s fine. Nothing is on fire around me. *walks away whistling*
I’m tapped out. But at least this came a little more easily today. On the topic of moving, I’m gonna move my ass tonight. Pray for me in a pole class when I’ve barely done a damn thing in close to a year. Be kind, Pole Gods!
Hasta la pasta!