There's a pile by the front door. It's the things that I'm taking with me in the Sentra. It's my work wardrobe. It's my not-at-work clothing. It's some basic office supplies for a home office. It's some knitting stuff (I mean this is still ME). It's a single basket with some movies in it. It's another basket with hand-knitted items that I'm sincerely hoping it is still cold enough to need for a little while. It is some shoes. It will also have toiletries, and whatever else I can fit in there.
It's freaking me out.
It's freaking me out because this is Sunday night. By this time next week, I'll already be in Illinois. Without my kids. For at least a month. I've never been without them for more than 4-5 days. That seems RIDICULOUSLY long to be apart.
It's freaking me out because I wish I could take more. But how much do you truly need for a month?
It's freaking me out because I am not sure it will all fit.
It's freaking me out because it's making it so *real*.
Yikes! This is so close to happening!
But it's going to be so GOOD. So VERY good. And I have to focus on THAT part.
-k
Sunday, February 19, 2012
The pile by the front door
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It WILL be wonderful! The time will fly. It will probably be easier adjusting to a new job without the daily family chores too. By the time you are in the work routine, the family will be there and it will make the transition so much smoother! Treat it like a spa vacation in a way.
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