Wednesday, October 29, 2008

It's moving day...almost

I know that I said I would post about Suitor No. 2 today, but I'm afraid that I just don't have it in me to think of much of anything remotely witty. You see, I'm about to make what will be Move No. 2.5 in less than 12 months. I cannot honestly tell you how much I hope this whole new house/roommate/etc. situation works out because I could not be more sick to death of moving.

There is something wholly terrifying in uprooting myself again. I'm not exactly what you would call a big fan of change. Though I'm doing much better these days, happier than I can remember at any point in the last ten years, my ability to weather the rough patches in my life still seems incredibly precarious. I know the next few weeks are going to take an incredible amount of emotional fortitude, something that it really shouldn't because honestly I'm just moving across town, but it does. Seeing my life, the sum of my parts, every single thing I owned packed into bags and boxes and Uhauls is just...unsettling. But I'm sure I'll live.