I mentioned last week that we had a plan and now that its getting closer to moving time, I feel like Ron Burgundy in a glass case of emotion.
I'm excited to have our own space again, to wake up in my own bed and walk around with no pants on (you do that too right?). I'm nervous because I will be alone for almost a week before Brandon gets home, he's never even seen the place I picked out for us! I'm sad because I have relationships (my girls) here that I took for granted and now I'm moving away from them to a place where I only know a few people. I'm happy to know I will feel inspired again. I'm eager for the newness of it all. I'm upset every time I see my mom cry, which is every day over little things.
But mostly- I'm ready.
I forwarded our address this morning and when I typed in Portland, I couldn't help but pause for a moment while realizing we are actually making this idea happen. The new place is officially ours today, but I had so many obligations this week with my businesses, I didn't want to stress- so I'm making my way up Friday or Saturday. Since the bulk of our belongings is just my studio (& its already packed up) the move should be pretty damn easy. Isn't it funny, I was freaking out about getting out of here and now I'm just 'whatever.