Well, this is it. We're down to the wire. Crunch time. By this time next week, we'll be living in Maryland full time. I think I just threw up in my mouth a little. Just kidding. Please do not mistake my sarcasm for unhappiness, although that hint of sadness you've detected? It's sincere.
I'm excited to move. Really, I am. I'm excited at the prospect of being first-time homeowners and beginning this new phase in Hubs' and my life together. But I'm a ball of emotions. I'm anxious. I'm upset. I'm excited. I'm simply overwhelmed.
Over the course of these past couple of weeks, I've had to say goodbye to patients that I've known for years. I've been readying myself to say goodbye to a place, to a town that I've lived in for over ten years. I've had to say goodbye to some of places where I've made memories that have shaped me into who I am today.
I feel like I'm breaking up with my favorite dog walkers and my amazing dry cleaning lady. I've loved being able to walk into stores where the owners recognize me and we strike up a conversation, picking up right where we left off the last time I stopped in.
I've been so busy packing, moving and preparing our new home that I nearly cried when I went home to New Jersey this week and saw my parents for the first time in over a month. I choke back tears every time I think about the four hour drive that will soon separate us. Yuck.
I don't even want to write about what the next week holds. Saying goodbye to some of the most compassionate, hardworking and hilarious women I've ever met in my entire life. I honestly wish I could take each and every one of my co-workers with me to Maryland. Saying goodbye to my identity as a nurse. Saying goodbye (albeit temporary, as we do not know what the future holds) to a profession that has taught me so much about life, strength and hope.
I hate saying goodbye.
I really should get back to packing. Speaking of packing, however, I wanted to impart some of the things I've learned over the course of the past few weeks:
1. Hubs and I do not need to buy another bar of soap, another bottle of moisturizer or another box of tampons for a solid two years. I probably could've filled an entire LARGE Home Depot box with these items alone.
2. It's very easy to toss/sell items of clothing when a) you haven't worn them in an entire season and b) there's no chance in heck you'll be wearing them again this season. What am I trying to say? Being pregnant makes cleaning out your closets and parting with JCREW and Lilly favorites extremely simple.
3. No one needs sixty seven pairs of shoes.
4. Individually wrapping and packing your husbands pint glass collection, although tedious and annoying, is laugh-out-loud funny as you reminisce about where those pint glasses were (stolen) from.
5. Sheepie is no help whatsoever.
6. Speaking of Sheepie, no dog needs two dedicated boxes worth of belongings. Dishes, beds, blankets, bones, balls, toys... Spoiled little Sheepster!
7. Packing sucks and there are about a bazillion other things I would rather be doing. Like catching up on my DVR'd episodes of "16 and Pregnant," for starters.
8. Selling JCREW and Lilly favorites as mentioned above, is a prime source of income for the new pair of skinny leg Momma jeans I plan on purchasing as soon as I click "post!"
Welp. Happy Thursday, friends! Sorry I've been such a craptastic blogger as of late- but I promise to remedy that as soon as we're settled a bit further south! Have a fabulous weekend!