Thursday, August 19, 2010

40 Days

That's the time we have left until we move. 40 days. Seems like a lot of time but then seems like no time at all. I think about all that we have to do in those 40 days, pack, clean, organize, sell, throw away, donate, fix up, say goodbye. Lately I find myself have fleeting moments of panic and anxiety, hitting me at random times. Maybe I'm driving in the car, doing the dishes, nursing Finnley. Questions flood to me, are we making the right decision? Will we be happy there? What if this is a big mistake? Fortunately, the amount of times I feel like we're making the right decision, that we will be happy and it's not a mistake outweigh the moments of doubt.

40 days is not a lot of time.....

1 comment:

  1. I hope you're not driving the car while doing the dishes and nursing Finnley. That would be crazy. Glad you're "blogging". It'll be a great voyeuristic snapshot into your new life, which is going to be fantastic. Can't wait to read and see your exploits.