Frenzy

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.