Frenzy

June 3, 2009

We are entering what feels to me like the final frenzy, the final months leading up to our move. Having done this every three years for the past nine years it has begun to feel like part of the expected course, yet each move has its own unique craziness and stress. I imagine this must be how it feels to go through multiple pregnancies. You know what to expect in that final trimester yet there are still feelings of excitement, discomfort, and eventually a one-of-a kind birth story. So here we are in the final stages and the adrenaline is pumping and the to-do lists are growing by the minute.

This stage is always one of extremes. The highs and lows that come with the drama of moving. The good-byes and hellos. The feelings of accomplishment as the lists get whittled down and the boxes get shipped. The intense exhaustion, frayed nerves, and the taxing mess of details that always make me wish I was more organized and started earlier. I would like to think that practice makes perfect but in this scenario it never seems to work that way for me. I have given up on having the "perfect move". I now strive for sanity and hope that half of the lists get done.

The day we left for California marked the official start of the frenzy for me. It had all of the elements: rushing the kids to school for their final day, finishing up the packing, frantically cleaning the house so the property manager could show it to potential renters while we were on our trip, re-mulching the backyard, a quick shower, and then a return to school for Noah's graduation luncheon, hurried good-byes with favorite teachers and school friends, rushing back to the house for one final mad dash of cleaning, a frantic drive to the airport only to discover that our flight was delayed due to bad weather which meant we missed our connection and had to spend the night in Atlanta which meant it took us over 24 hours to get to California. Frenzy. And more to come. Just need to keep breathing and visualizing Mediterranean sunsets.
morninglight mama said...

I literally cannot even imagine what level of organization and resilience this process must take!! I'm wishing you all the patience and strength in the world!

Heather said...

i have some names of a few restaurants for you in rome and a nice bed and breakfast in tuscany. When is you scheduled departure? Not envying your stress. I am getting a hot flash just thinking about all that stuff right now

Weasel said...

Ahhh, the nomadic life. Hang in there. . . the light at the end of the tunnel is getting closer! Thinking of you all.

Maji said...

I can't even imagine having to do all you are doing. Let me know if I can help you with anything.

Anonymous said...

Ahhh...had I known you were stuck in Hotlanta, I would have bailed you out. We could have gotten Noah and Judson together. That alone would have been a site to see.

Glad to hear you have that Momma Bear instinct. I sometimes get all weepy when I need to get angry. Drives me crazy.

Good luck on your final sprint to the finish!

Jan

Corinne said...

OH friend. That is a frenzy. I think it's interesting how in in this whole "living" business, it never really feels like we've got something down, no matter how many times we've done it :) I am thinking about you and your adventure often :)

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