One Day Left

[eurydicebound]

Well. The house is littered with boxes and at least half the rooms have been cleared of our stuff. I still have to pack up our bedrooms and the bathroom stuff, and go through the living room one last time. We managed to find the bolts for the car today, so by this evening it'll be working again, hopefully. Turns out there was only one bolt really holding the engine in the car, and that's why it made this funny thumping noise whenever we accelerated too fast. Ye Gods. So maybe my car can handle Seattle hills after all.

Today I have to mail packages, do a change of address form, and close my bank account. I feel so funny doing all of this. It's still not real to me. I imagine it will become far more real when I get to my new house tomorrow afternoon, but that's then and this is now, and I've miles to go before I sleep... or something of the kind.

If I know you and you'd like my new contact info and I haven't given it to you yet (as I'm a horribly forgetful person), email me and I'll send it off.

Comments

[anidada.livejournal.com]

*huge hugs* All will be well.

[elissa-carey.livejournal.com]

I'm horribly forgetful as well, so I can't remember if you sent me your new contact info or not. Anyway, I would like to have it. That way I can send you a Christmas card. ;)

[anidada.livejournal.com]

Ooh, that reminds me -- the Mooklist's probably coming out soon, you might want to drop someone there a line. :)

Frost

[p-firesinger.livejournal.com]

This is one of my favorite poems about peace and commitment:
Robert Frost's "Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening" (http://www.ketzle.com/frost/snowyeve.htm)

[instantcash.livejournal.com]

Moving is a giant pain, moving out of state is an even bigger one.

Your situation is just plain nightmareish, however, I do hope you the best and good luck!

WE will be here when you get all settled in. :)