Home Stretch

We’re in the home stretch now. Less than 120 hours until we’re on the road!

This was a very busy weekend. Sorting, purging, packing. So many decisions, that for a bit I got stuck. I was having decision fatigue and I was on the verge of a total meltdown. Fortunately, Tennessee talked me off the ledge and then I got extra help, so I was able to push through.

My mental health has taken a real beating these last couple of weeks. I’m convinced that if there wasn’t a pot of gold at the end of this rainbow I’m not sure I’d have survived the storm. Not only did I survive, but I now feel invigorated and ready for this new adventure.

I can’t help thinking that some of you may be sick of reading about this and on some level I feel maybe I should apologize. I’m not going to though. I shouldn’t have to apologize for my life and my truth, right?

I realize this has completely consumed my life. It’s all I’ve been talking about, so if you feel you’ve had your quota, I’ll understand if you choose not to hang out for a bit.

I do have other things on my radar that do take up space in my head: Labor unions on strike, MTG has a new rap video, the Marine Corps is pissed at Tuberville, fascism, global warming, AI, etc.

Those are all important things, some for more dubious reasons than others, but they do not have the immediate impact on my life that this move does.

So this week’s blogs will likely all be about the goodbyes from my final trivia night and the going away party I believe some of my friends are planning and the last-minute frenzy to finish packing up and of course the emotional roller coaster that will accompany all this.

Deep breath as I enter this last handful of hours before the biggest and best new adventure. I hope you’ll be along for the ride.

Be well, my friends.