I'm not handling all the chaos of moving. Well, I'm handling it but I use the term "handling it" loosely. There are boxes and boxes and more boxes. I kinda feel like I'm going wonky and losing my mind in the process...
I keep telling myself, "Angie Good, you will be moved out of the hood in 8 days!!! You can then unpack and Angie-fy your new place!!!"
The other part of me ~ the relaxed, calm-and-cool about the move me ~ is looking forward to this new adventure.
I am feeling disconnected with Christmas. I know it's almost here. I know it because we've been working on the cantata in choir. I know it because Tiffany said she put out her manger. I know it because I hear Christmas music at the grocery store. I know it because I've purchased an ugly sweater for tomorrow night's merriment. I know it's coming!!!! I just don't sense it. Does that even make sense?
Two Christmases ago, my bestie was packing up her home and preparing to trek across the US to relocate in Seattle. Last year, I was muddling through after sooo very many goodbyes. And this year...I am just not connecting and it's breaking my Christmas-loving heart.
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