Monday, June 06, 2011

A Haphazard Moving Plan

First things first: thank you for all your kind, sweet comments on my last post! I was blown away by how many of you took the time to congratulate me and express how excited you are on my behalf. The truth is, I'm more than a little nervous about being in an MFA program. What if I get there and can't write anything? What if I turn in my first story and everyone thinks it sucks? What if no one wants to be my friend? But your comments helped ease those fears, at least for now. Thank you - I appreciate each of you more than I can express. I hope I'll make you all proud. Also, we will have a guest bed and plan to register with CouchSurfing, so come on down (or up, or over, whatever the case may be).

In the meantime, we still have roughly seven weeks left in Texas and my plan is to take advantage of every possible moment. Is there a party tonight? I will see you there. Someone is going to the lake? I'll get my bathing suit. Do want to have beers on the porch? Ha! I'm already outside your front door! I'm not exaggerating when I say that the friends I have made in Nacogdoches are irreplaceable and that the thought of leaving them breaks my heart. My main goal for the next two months is to spend as much quality time with them as possible. That, and pack.

It begins...

Our current moving plan goes like this: slowly sort through every worldly possession we own. Figure out what we're bringing, what we're selling at our yard sale, and what we're donating. Have a yard sale and get rid of just about all our furniture (most of it acquired for free or found on the side of the road). Rent a moving truck and fill it with whatever is left.

When we leave town (*sob*) Nathan will drive the truck and the dogs and I will follow in the car. It will take us two days to get to Wilmington, at which point we will sleep (in a tent? in a hotel? who knows!) and then in the morning, we will find a place to live. I'm crossing my fingers, toes and eyes that we'll find a place by the end of the day. Mostly because we'll have to return the moving truck and it's hard to be homeless when you have all your worldly possessions and two giant dogs to worry about.

Seamus is concerned.

If this sounds like a haphazard plan that relies an awful lot on luck and karma and the universe's goodwill, that's because it most definitely is. I am a Planner - I like to know what we'll have for dinner by breakfast. The idea of not knowing where we'll be sleeping or how long it will take us to find a place is unnerving, to say the least. I am, however, a generally lucky person. Things work out for me. I trust the universe. I'm still keeping everything crossed, of course, but deep down I have a feeling that it will all work out just fine.

But if you want to cross your fingers too, I'd be grateful.