In just one week, everything will be packed and the UHaul will be loaded. That is the reality because it has to be.
But when I look around my house, at the total catastrophe of stuff everywhere, and the piles of papers I still haven’t sorted, and just how many things still need to go into boxes, I am overcome with what must be despair.
Maybe it’s just the day after garage sale blues (successful garage sale, even) or the fact that Sundays are often a little melancholic. Or maybe I’m finally a little closer to facing reality about things, the reality that I won’t finish if I keep doing what I have been doing at the rate I’ve been doing it for two weeks.
I guess the other way to look at this is that in one week and one day, I’ll be on the road and finally starting with the next adventure. Austin, Texas here I come.
Now please just let me get through this week.