I'm A Lotta Things

I’m sore.

I’m tired.

I’m frenzied.

I’m sad.

I’m excited.

But I’m sad.

But I’m excited!

Nope, this isn’t hormones. This is a major, major life change. And by that, I mean it’s major. As in, pretty darn big. And then some.

What’s got me all in knots and has prevented me from writing as usual?

I’m packing. Well, we’re packing.

Which means I’m sore, mostly from sitting on the floor.

Because I’m sore (and a bit frenzied, to be honest), I’m not sleeping well, which means I’m tired.

I’m physically tired, but also mentally tired, sorting through the horrendously long list of things I need to keep in mind while the clock is madly ticking down.

In the last week, I have made a HUGE dent. And by that, I mean, huge. As in, very nearly epic.

I’ve made such a dent that in a short amount of time, I may actually be done sooner than I expect because there is nothing left for me to do that can be done now. It doesn’t quite feel like it right now, mostly because my house looks like a tornado went through it.

There are stacks of boxes in literally every singe room in the house.

While on the one hand, I’m so excited I’m very nearly super charged (less the bag of bones slowing me down) I am also really, really sad in a way. Well, the kids and I are sad in this department.

I expect that this time next week, all of my chickens will probably be on to their new home(s). {gasp}

Yes. Really.  

It’s certainly not by choice, but there really isn’t any other option, although I have researched and had a game plan in my own twisted mind. I was convinced I could do it, but the logistics are going to be preventative, and those logistics also create an issue for the plans we had for the cat.

What’s this major life event?

We’re moving.

And it’s not just a little one. After 17 years in this location, we are packing up and moving nearly 1,800 miles to the southern/central east coast.

It’s not just the location, either.

After 19 years with the same company, and third generation at that, we are changing companies for {literally} greener pastures. In some ways, that was not our first choice. But, as it turns out, it’s definitely the BEST choice, for any number of reasons.

The only single downside I can find is having to leave my chickens behind.

We’re going to be leaving in a week or two (Hunny’s last day is next Tuesday) and then we’ll travel, all of us, to the new location. We’re calling it “The Grand Adventure.”

While our house here is on the market, we’ll be living in the RV until it’s sold. We’ve got toes and fingers crossed that it’s going to sell quickly so we can move onto the next house. And get more chickens.

The kids are a bit sad to leave their friends, of course, but they are real troopers; looking forward to meeting new people and having a new, greener, less hot climate. With more chickens at some point.

The location is absolutely ideal- and hour to the mountains, and about that same time to get to the ocean. And there’s water- like, REAL water on the ground. In amounts big enough to swim or fish in. And do other stuff.

I’ve spent an entire day changing email address and accounts on everything I can think of. It’s also necessitated a new cell phone plan, which means ‘hello smart phone!’. (Really, don’t laugh- I just got text a year ago after having a cell phone for 3 years. I have to say, I’m totally loving it, though, and it’s going to be the primary tool while we’re in between houses, not to mention I’ll be glad to have map software while I follow behind Hunny with the big GPS in his truck…………. and running apps! Squee! ) 

Anyhow. For the two of you that have noticed I’ve been quite lately and more or less MIA, now you know why. This thing took what felt like *forever,* but now that it’s here and finalized, time is of the essence and I need to get cracking. My body is protesting, but I’ve done a decent job of ignoring it.

I’ll try to update as I get time. Did I mention I’m excited? 

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