I’ve slept in my own wonderfully comfy bed two nights in a row now after twelve nights away, and two nights in a row I’ve woken up in the super-dark middle of the night with zero idea where I am. BOTH NIGHTS home. The disorientation passed quickly, but it’s a super-weird feeling to wake up in your own bed not sure where you are. Maybe this trip was too long, or maybe the ocean is on the wrong side of me, or maybe this is a sign that it’s time to move, or maybe I just think it’s a sign that it’s time to move because – guess what – IT’S TIME TO MOVE.
It’s officially official. We’re moving to Providence at the end of this month. We have given our current landlord a move-out date, we have scheduled the move with the movers, we have signed a lease, and we have sent a rent check. We are moving. In three weeks. The to-do lists have begun, and…that’s all that’s begun. The purging and packing will start any minute now.