I guess it's my subconscious way of easing the pain.
I sigh and roll my eyes at the snippy school secretary, thinking, "That woman has never liked me. I can't wait to go to a new school with a friendly front office staff." (This, of course, distracts me from thinking about all the teachers, aides and busdrivers who have been living and breathing answers to prayer for the past eight years.)
Luke in The Rubber Chicken Relay
Or I grumble about the moisture in the air, anticipating all the good hair days I will soon enjoy in the dry heat. But, really. Will I ever truly know Good Hair Love again once I leave Danielle (beloved stylist of ten years, in case you haven't been paying attention) and her magic scissors thousands of miles behind? And what is the point of a great haircut anyway if you can't go to the Canal Street Grille and show it off?
Jake and buddy @ DARE graduation
Anyway, we've been eating our way through the frozen food stockpile and cans in the pantry. Last night was freezer-burned chicken wings. Tonight: fishsticks, miniquiche leftover from some long ago bridal shower and Spaghettios. If I wasn't worried about irregularity or vitamin deficiencies, I would stop buying fresh food altogether. (After all, I've never liked that grocery store and their long checkout lines anyway.)
Em's self-portrait (pre-bang-trim) won a spot in the district Art Show.
Today also starts the Big Purge. I don't have to pack, but I do need to clear the clutter. Because why exactly DO I have four Tae Bo workout dvds? A gallon jug of liquid starch? Three half-squeezed tubes of Orajel? It's time to lighten my load.
Nevermind that in a few short weeks I'll be in some desert Target furiously filling at least three red plastic carts with essentials, but, until then, I'm living off the land. (Along with some long-lost tilapia filets I just found under the miniquiche...score!)
Sam--extremely cool --as usual
I keep thinking I should quit blogging for awhile. I really can't justify the time, but this is a historical chapter in my life and I'm sure typing my feelings is good therapy.
More later...I think.
15 comments:
Oh, I totally get that--I go into break-up mode whenever I have to move, too. Wishing you a lovely pack-up-and-move time!
I need to move again so I can get rid of all the detritus and have a good excuse to do a full-on refurbishing Target spree.
I love being invloved in this journey of yours. I think moving is so exciting. I look forward to the next post & the one after that and the one after that...I love it!
Totally with you (except never ever quit blogging, missy.) I'm in the midst of calling changes and I keep telling myself I am tired of thinking up creative ways to teach a worn out Father's Day song. Then I overhear an eight year old say "how come Sister Shaw knows every song?" and a four year old say "you have the most fun stuff for us." Sigh...
I'm in eating off the fat o the land mode, too. We leave in two days. Even though we only go for the summer, I am in break-up mode with my yard. It starts to get hot here and it starts to look bad and I think, "Who needs it, anyway!? Sianara!"
I like the break-up of moving. It's so refreshing to just be able to abandon people you have never really liked (aka that nasty school secretary). It is horrible to live off the old contents of one's freezer though. Ugh. Been there, done that.
Break up mode. Perfectly put. I never had the exact words for it.
We knew we were moving, but waited 8 months to tell anyone. We told the day before our house went on the market, and we were gone 2 months later. Not as much time for break up, but I did end up with separation anxiety once we were gone!
If you're trying to get rid of one of those Tae Bo DVD's, send it my way! We are sure going to miss you!
You better have all my phone numbers plugged into your cell phone girl cause I can't wait! Wanna go get a pedi when you get here? :) I am glad you are blogging this phase because then I will know what kind of mental state you are in when you get here! :) Best wishes to you on your trip out! PS- You will have SEVERAL TARGET's to choose from. All within just miles.
You know Gabi, I have never thought about it but, "Break Up Mode" is really the perfect way to describe it. I love your genius writing.
I dare you to go into the school and say to the snippy school secretary, "It's not you, it's me. I am breaking up with you...but thank you for making my transition so much easier."
I'm all talk. I'd be too chicken to do it.
I know Danielle is gonna miss you, too.
i am thinking of just linking over to you every day, since you so aptly express what it is i'm experiencing as well, but don't have the time or motivation to put into words.
breaking up is just way easier than a long-distance romance. that's why we do it.
The hairstylist thing is a really big deal! I have had HORRIBLE hair cuts in our move-a-thon life.
I have been here 3 years, and I finally think I have found someone.
I hope you find a great one in the desert!
Don't dont' don't stop blogging because you are so darn good at it! You are amazing at putting into words exactly what this (and every experience feels like). It's always such a pleasure (tinged with a teensy bit of envy) to read you!
I am in break-up mode but I can't go anywhere. It just sounds fun to leave all the old stress behind and start over. Of course, starting over is a huge new stress. (And I guess you're taking your kids.)
I am waiting with baited breath to the answer to the pressing question...Just WHY DO you have three slightly used tubes of orajel?
I am in breakup mode myself. My counselor I have worked with for 5 years is moving to a new school and I have been promoted to a new position and will leave my co-workers and my comfy, homey office. It's heartbreaking.
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