and my spirit is crying for leaving
b and i are moving on saturday to the new joint. for some reason i'm filled with, i think, dread, or a deep, sinking worry. and it's silly. we're just moving. that's all. but our last move was a multiple-day nightmare, frustrating and exhausting. this time, i have considerably less stuff, and it's just b and i moving... and i have a lot more help - my family, renee, merkel and trump, possibly other people (and if you aren't busy on saturday afternoon and wanna help load/unload the truck, we'd love your help, gimme a call)...
so why do i feel like i just got pulled over by a cop? or like i've done something terrible and my heart hurts?
i'm starting to pack tonight, with renee, because i always feel better when she's around. crap, justin, you're just MOVING. it's not that huge. plus i have a few days that i can get the little stuff over, i don't HAVE to be out on saturday or in the new place or anything.
i don't know what my deal is. geez. :)
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