"I may not be there yet, but I'm closer than I was
yesterday." -Anonymous
This past 6 weeks has been so draining. I feel completely zapped of creative energy. Drained of any energy, actually. By the time the boys go to bed, I have school to think about or the house to clean or contracts to draw up. Fortunately, things seem to be coming together, but there is still this major gap in time–it seems almost like a canyon to jump–that leads me to believe life won't be on the path to normality until Thanksgiving. We move from Charlotte in 12 days, but will be semi-homeless until we close on our new house (hopefully September 13), and then Husband will be off and traveling for extended lengths of time until the week before Thanksgiving. Husband will miss…my birthday, our anniversary, Twig1's birthday, just to name the big things…not to mention all the little moments.
We absolutely did not realize how many hurdles we would have to jump and how much perseverance we would have to show when we decided to leave this home for the next. What an adventure.
As things stand now, we're hoping to sign a tenant to a 2 year lease for our house here in Charlotte tomorrow. Then, we're hoping to wrap up negotiations for our house in Indiana. We'll move from Charlotte in about 12 days–and then for the rest of the summer we won't really have a home to go to. That's stressful with a capital S for the planner in me. The wife in me craves time alone with my husband. The mother in me worries about so many such crazy transitions for my boys.
The adventuresome life. That's what I am seeking. Nothing boring will do. This certainly fits the bill, although, I'm starting to think that sometimes boring=comfortable. :)