Cutting the fat

In preparing for the move, the first step has been purging the house of what I don't want that's not trash. I was hoping that would leave less in my house, but it is not noticeably different. Especially in the kitchen, I set the threshold at anything I hadn't used in the past 6 months, and I got rid of very little, as I spend a lot of time in the kitchen and really use all those silly gadgets.

But, there is still a decent-sized pile to discard, it is now taking up a quarter of our garage, waiting for the DI truck to come on Friday. We got rid of a little bit at a yard sale yesterday but it was rainy and cloudy. I think one has better luck craigslisting the bigger items and donating the small stuff, but I'm just looking to shed the stuff. It has felt good to get rid of things.

We only have two weeks left, and my head's in a fog. I'm not letting myself feel sad about leaving my friends until the end. I just feel excited about the change and think on that end. That leaves me in a little impatient limbo, not really living in the "now."

Tomorrow I actually start packing, and taking all the items that go to other people around, doing the daily scavenger hunt behind retail stores for boxes. It's really happening!

The kids are mostly excited now, but there are inklings that feelings are mixed. When I explained to Sophie today that we wouldn't be going to choir because they are practicing for the Easter program and we won't be here for that, she was really upset. She usually gets to play with her friends in the nursery during choir. This minor change seemed to represent all that was being uprooted in her life and she sobbed over it dramatically. Poor thing. Also, Noah was explaining that he wanted to stay at his house and not move anywhere. It is definitely a very major change, but it still doesn't seem real to me.

We had a wonderful lesson in patience in Relief Society today, it was MUCH needed. Patience with people and circumstances really is the key to peace on so many levels.

That's it for now!