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The day is upon us…
So it’s about 8:30 and John is in the shower and I’m just sitting here with this knot in my stomach. My eyes welling up. It’ll be fine but suck at the same time. I’m a crier. I’m not good with goodbyes no matter who it is or how long it’ll be until I see them again. I hate this part of the journey. I don’t feel ready. But is one ever ready?! It’s about the apprehension of it all. He’s going and I’m going to miss him. I don’t sleep alone very well. But this also forces me to face the fact that I am going to be moving…
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If I don’t get out of bed, can I avoid tomorrows?
So the hub-bub of the last few weeks has died down and now I wish it hadn’t. It forces me to realize that there are only a few short days (1.5 actually) left to spend with my husband before he’s gone. 1.5 months until I see him again. I can no longer pretend the move isn’t happening or that it is far off in the distance. I haven’t been able to focus on the moving and leaving me behind in a place I don’t really want to be since we’ve been so busy. But now, it’s all encompassing. It’s all I can think about. It’s all I dread. If I…
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Kind of pointless
So it’s only 10:13 and I have been sitting here struggling to stay awake. I’m not sure why I *have* to stay awake because the internet bores me, I don’t want to play Wii, I don’t want to go for a walk and I don’t want to watch my downloaded tv. I don’t really have anything else to do. I suppose I could be making lists for packing. I could be loading the dishwasher. I could be prepping for next week at work/our mini vacation. But alas, I’m here on the couch after watching Law & Order. I spent some time this evening looking more deeply into the place we…
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So I am moving.
It’s official. Everyone knows. I AM ALBERTA BOUND. Me. The person who loves the ocean and has been yearning to move to Halifax for years is going the complete opposite direction and going out West. Q: What have I gotten myself into?!? A: A new beginning. As soon as I mention we are going I get the “wow, good for you guys”, the “why? You are going to hate it there”, or the “Man, you guys are going to be raking in the dough”. Why couldn’t people just do the first thing and/or congratulate. I don’t want to hear horror stories, I don’t want to have people compare it to…