Moving Day

Sometimes, even if we’re not ready, we must move on. I never seem to be ready to take the next leap to the next proverbial “step” but I always manage to work through the anxiety and endure it. I must admit; I’m a look-backer, a one last timer and a hardcore rememberer. All these qualities make it hard for me to move…especially out of my very first apartment.



Even though it was tough, I managed to pack every last thing away besides a stack of books that I put aside for my friend Annmarie. By the end, I couldn’t believe how much stuff I actually had that I cheated and threw some things into bags. When I was done; the place didn’t look like mine anymore. It kinda looked like a dead body-the physical body was there but the soul was gone. I could now move on.



Everyone’s acclimating quite well though. “Charlie” the new kitten is meeting the “neighbors”. Things are a little cramped but not unendurable. This is only temporary place to lay our heads but with everything tucked away and packed, I’m starting to look at it like a mini vacation.



I did need some cheering up from all the chaos of packing up and moving within a matter of a few short days, not to mention surviving the earthquake and hurricane we were hit with last week. That cheering up came in the form of a puppy that my sister brought home. His name went from “Hurricane” to “Kingston” and he’s a lot of fun and obviously adorable. You really can’t be disheartened when you’re staring into the eyes of a puppy.