So far, so good. My resolution for February is to move myself to California.
Oh, and to stay sane in the process.
All things considered, things are going well. With one and a half weeks to go:
- I have emptied all drawers and cupboards of their contents with the exception of my kitchen (which has some dishes I am sill using) and my dresser (which has clothing I am still wearing). I have thrown out, sold, given away, or donated many things. I have packed boxes and boxes, and more boxes.
- I have requested records from my doctor, my dentist, my ophthalmologist, and Hannah’s vet.
- I have completed a moving inventory, rented a car, rented a house, and changed my address.
- My house is on the market, clean and being shown to potential buyers.
- My in-box at work is almost empty and my major projects have all been handed over.
People keep asking me if this is hard. They say, “I know you’re organized and everything, but isn’t it hard to go through all of those memories?”
The great news is I can honestly say “NO!”
It really isn’t. I’m an organizer and a purger by nature. I am excited about downsizing. I am elated to let go of things I’ve been keeping ‘just in case.’ And the things I’ve held onto are related to memories I want to bring with me.
So I’ve been sailing along. Packing, purging, cleaning, organizing. To do lists everywhere and lots of things to check-off each day! I’m in heaven! I should have done this years ago! This whole transition thing isn’t too hard, I think to myself. It’s an adventure! I’m embracing! I’m embracing!
Well, friends. I’m here to tell you: Everything changes when the end is near.
I know, I know. I’ll keep in touch with my close friends and my family. I have e-mail and Facebook, and Skype, and all kinds of things to help me stay connected. I will fly east regularly. People will actually come to visit me! There will even be important friends I will see MORE frequently now that I will be on the west coast. And I really do have a LOT that I am looking forward to.
But this week – my last week at work – THIS WEEK I have to start to say goodbye.
I have been blessed at this place by the most authentic, honest, wonderful, smart, funny, and kind colleagues. Many have become dear friends. And for the next few days I will have to say good-bye to each and every one of them.
Not only that, I’m saying goodbye to the comfort of knowing everyone, knowing who to call, knowing who to believe, knowing who to trust, and knowing who to ask for help. I’m saying goodbye to a place that has supported me as I’ve grown up – personally and professionally – and a work family that has believed in me every step of the way.
I know that saying goodbye is part of the process. That it is important for me and important for them. But I hate it.
Officially. I. HATE. IT.
Can’t we just go out drinking together and talk about things like they’re not going to change? Can’t we be in denial for just a little while? I mean, what would be the harm in that, really?
Ok. So it’s a plan. I’m not really leaving. Get it? (wink wink)