Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Tuesday..Monday, what day is this?
September already. Yes, I know that it has been for eight days now, but it has only been this weekend that it began to feel like the fall. The weather here has been awesome and I love, love, LOVE this time of year. Not that I got out much to feel how great it is..I spent most of this past long weekend inside, packing. And my body (BACK) knows it. Had you asked me yesterday if I was happy and excited to be moving, I would have broke down and cried and said no. However, that was only exhaustion and pain talking..I honestly am very excited to be doing this, but sad, too. Moving is such physical labor, and it has only been Mark and I doing it all, not that it should be anyone else, although I had hoped for a bit of help. But, I know this is my doing, something that I want, and those that I had hoped for help from don't get it. Walking this morning is difficult and leaves me wondering how I am going to make it through it, but I always do. I have most things packed and I hate living with boxes all around, I cannot stand the mess. But I had no choice but to do it on the weekend, there is no way I can work all day and then come home and tackle all of this. I will survive. Just a few more days and I can make sense of my life again..and for that, I am ready. Later friends, I'm out.