What did we get ourselves into? Every waking moment is consumed with thoughts of this move. They don’t even escape me in my dreams!
I can see us living there, watching TV in the family room, cooking on our gas stove (yay!), sitting on the back deck watching Syd run around the yard like a crazy boy; I can see it all and it is glorious!
But then I wake up and look around the apartment, at the mess, the clutter, the volume of stuff we’ve accumulated and I wonder how we ever thought we could do this alone...
Is it time to tell the kids? I don’t want to hear their criticisms; I don’t want to be scolded; I don’t want to be lectured; it is so sad to feel like our kids think we don’t have a brain in our heads. But that is what they think. At least that is what I think they think. I am so afraid of their condemnation that I can’t have a civil conversation with them.
And, so, on with the move!
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