We are starting to feel more and more relaxed about The Move. I will now confess to several melt downs and panic attacks in the days following the drive up here.  You know the, “NOW WHAT???” freak outs that sneak up on you when everything is quiet. It kind of didn’t help that the first several days here were dark and raining and overwhelmingly different. I mean I knew it would be a sharp contrast to Florida life, and I was excited and ready for that. But when it was SO different with no smooth transition it felt like being tossed into a lake.

One of the amazing things is that I have hung out, like all casual and shit, with friends that live in this area. Like I actually just chilled on the sofa and had long talks and made plans and was just this normal person that was a drive away and not several states away. That is a pretty big change.

Tomorrow, fittingly on the first of a new month, our stuff will arrive from Florida. It is being routed to a storage facility a town over and I am sort of dreading it. I actually am enjoying living life pared down. Being face to face with a giant truck of STUFF might make me panic all over again. But I will get over it. It will be a mole hill to the mountain that is in the view of my rear view mirror.

Mother has continued to apply for jobs online and has a list of local legal temp agencies to check out today. I am hoping with insane amounts of might that something will spark on one of these calls that will lift our jobby sails and float us toward something positive. Oh lawd we need some positive.

Have I mentioned that December is a birthday month for both Mother and me? Good things have to happen in birthday months. I insist.

Oh- and have I mentioned how jaw-droppingly inspiring the location we are staying is? I often have to run outside and take a photo. HAVE to take a photo.