So I've been packing boxes here and there for the last week and it's setting in a little more that we are moving.
We've got about a week and a half before we set sail. June 24th to be exact. It's a bitter sweet move. I will miss AZ and especially my friends terribly, but Jeremy will be completely done with Residency and we'll be able to not stress as much about how we will pay bills.
More importantly, we will be much closer to my side of the family, and half of Jeremy's family. We haven't been close to any family for the last 7 years. Seven years is a long time. I'm not sure I know how to live close to family anymore - come to think of it.
We've become so independent during this time that I wonder if we'll feel like we are "putting family out" by leaning on them more as we live closer. Interesting.... Although, I already know what my family will say to that thought. There's no such thing as putting family out - that's what they'll say. And that's why I love 'em.
So - anyway - back to the packing boxes. The realization of moving really set in when I took down the decorations in Porter's room today. The nostalgia hit me and I was sure I was going to cry... however, no tears yet. (But I'm sure they will come. I'm not too much of a sentimental cryer - I usually only cry when I'm exhausted and overwhelmed.)
Well - I guess I've rambled on enough for this post.
P.S. In case you are confuzzled, the picture above is just a random picture of moving boxes - not boxes at our house.
