So much for being perfectly organized. Today I am in full-on panic mode and am feeling the urge to grab every single thing I can and shove it in a box. But then I remember that CS2 is just not going to accomodate that, no matter how hard I might wish.
I think I will just breathe deeply and play the "Worst Case Scenerio" game. I've been doing that a lot lately as a means of keeping myself from running away from home.
After my appointment today, I am going to come home and pack one or two last minute items. Everything else is going to be left alone. Period. Kaput. No touch-y.
Tomorrow, the nice moving men will come gather and haul everything that is packed over to the new place and I will take a few days to put it all away. Remember that famous map? Well, I'm going to dust that sucker off and follow it to the shelf, letter, and drawer.
Then, when CS2 is completely free of boxes and packing paper and my underpants are in their drawer and my stitchy stash is safe and sound, I will come back here for a little bit each day to begin the clean up process. If I come across something that I just absolutely have to have (and, more importantly, there's room for it) I'll pack it up, stick it in the car, and haul it on over.
The worst case scenerio is that I end up with a huge amount of stuff that I just can't part with, but that I don't have room for. In that case, I will pack it up, call the nice movers back, and have them haul it to their storage facility for safekeeping until I can figure out what to do next. (Which, for you astute readers and commenters out there is exactly what many of you suggested I do in the first damn place.)
I really don't think this is going to be necessary, however, since I'm pretty sure that once I get settled I won't even remember what's left behind. I just need to remind myself that this is the beginning of a new life...so for pity's sakes...don't drag the old one behind!
Chaos has ensued here in Hoosierville, and I'm certain that the mess is playing havoc with me in more ways than one. Combine that with the fact that I haven't stitched, cooked, read, or slept well since this whole adventure began, and it's no wonder that I just want to sit in the corner and suck my thumb for a bit.
Twenty four hours. I just need to get through the next twenty four hours and all will be well once again.