This is hard

Lets be honest here... moving is hard work.

• Always thinking about packing. Always.
• It is messy! It is like living in clutter. EVERYWHERE
• It is stressful.
• It is heavy.
• It is EMOTIONAL

Okay so I have officially cried, not a ton but a little. My tears are either those of stress, especially when I realized last week that we really only have 4 weekend days to move. That was my big realization. Now we only have 2 weekend days left. Or they are tears of sadness. Like last Saturday after I spent the day packing and finally sat down and starting thinking. Yep here they come again.

Of course extra emotion plays into all this as I am sure it is that of the unknown. We are going to live in limbo land for a while and as excited as I am about not having a mortgage or utilities for 2 months, I am sure this is harder because I don't have a new home to look forward too.

Regardless it is just plain hard to leave the home where one brought their babies through the door. It is hard to imagine not being able to host the parade party or walk uptown to the farmers market on a sunny Saturday. It is hard to think that I won't be able to put on my running shoes this spring and run the Father Hennepin loop. It is hard to leave wonderful neighbors (Joan, Bev and Bruce) who care about you. It is hard to imagine what our new routines will be like?

Of course I shake my head thinking that all this emotion is plain nuts. I should be thankful that I have this opportunity and I am. I am very excited for the future and hopefully the best is yet to come.