It’s here. That sense of “holy crap how am I going to get everything done before the movers get here?!”
We spent this weekend trying to see those last few people we would feel guilty about not seeing before we left, including my in-laws today. Feeling slightly guilty about being relieved that I’m moving farther away from my mother-in-law (well, not that guilty). Dh and I spent the car ride back going over mental lists of what we need to accomplish this week.
The dreams have started. For years, when under stress I have these odd packing dreams. Usually I’m running out of time trying to get to the airport, and things keep on preventing me from getting things into my suitcase. In a strange trick of the mind, now that I AM packing, I’m having similar dreams but they’re more about losing things. Last night I had a vivid dream about my dh’s camera equipment. Somehow I had misplaced his astronomically expensive Nikon D200 at what must have been a photographers’ conference. In the dream I kept on searching through endless camera bags.
So there you have it. A glimpse into my twisted psyche. I think I’m going to just let the movers have at it and throw the rest into the U-haul.
I must have been channeling you last night, because I had a dream about packing, too. I couldn’t fit everything I wanted in the suitcase. It was terrible; I didn’t know what the weather was going to be like so I wanted to bring a little bit of everything, but didn’t have the room. Don’t know where I was going…
Me too! I am feeling you!
Everyone keeps filling up our social calender with special goodbye events. And all I can think about is getting organized for the packers.
I don’t have packing dreams; I still have “late to high school physics class” dreams. It’s amazing that a 30 year old woman can still be afraid of the tardy bell.
And it’s always physics, for some reason.