I vowed to myself to make a concerted effort to blog this experience as much as possible, because it’s such a wild, exciting, crazy time of transition for us. I always thought in the back of my mind that we might be heading back ‘home’ to Arizona one day, but the concept always seemed so far out of reach for me. Now it’s here, and coming at us a million miles a minute.
Leaving New York City. For good.
My head has been swimming- so much left for us to see and do and eat and photograph in this great city- I almost felt like if I don’t blog every little thing, I’d somehow forget about it all. So I promised myself I’d try to capture every minute.
And then? We discovered all 6 seasons of Lost on Netflix. (Thanks, Erin! haha)
So here I am, 2 weeks later (?!?) sleep-deprived from multiple hours-long Lost marathons and trying to catch this little online journal of mine (as well as all of you readers!) up on the latest.
The most exciting (and freakishly stressful) part of this cross-country moving experience we’re about to embark on? We’ve now decided to do it all ourselves. You heard me right, folks. We’re preppin‘ for a cross-country road trip. Just the Mr. and me, barreling cross-country on the bench seat of a 14’ U-Haul truck.
But- before that? We need to pack the *entire* house (which, um, basically hasn’t even been started yet-Lost marathons, remember?), transition our jobs over to our coworkers, finish our last few days at work, have office going away parties, pack the U-Haul, and leave.
Oh, and did I mention that we’re going to be OUT OF TOWN for 5 of those days? Which means I’ll also have to go through the oh-so-stressful exercise of packing for a giant vacation WHILE packing up my entire life to move cross-country? And then somehow sandwich in the items left to do on our NYC Bucket List?
So all of the above (minus loading the U-Haul) needs to happen by the 14th. As in a week from yesterday. Thank the Lord that the cavalry (aka Mama Martini) will be heading to town for reinforcements. Otherwise, I don’t think all the dirty martinis in Manhattan could calm the nerves I’ve got going on right now.
Keep Calm, and Carry On, indeed!