The night before (2009 version)

Well, we're getting there. Most of our life is packed away in boxes now. Everything's crammed and stacked. Sorted and organized and taped shut, trapped inside cardboard. Ready to be unbound and lifted out in less than twenty-four hours, as we begin anew in a different location, just ten miles away.

I'm typing this from the remnants of my desk. Most of it's boxed up, too, except for the base. we decided to keep one computer working through the night.

It's a beautiful fall night and all the windows are open, giving me one last night listening to the sounds by the pond.

Right now, the cats are running about, chasing after each other, bumping into boxes, mattresses. Oliver spent most of the day hiding under a couch, freaked out by all the noise Corb was making.

Corb's in the living room, packing up his desk. He's been playing Christina Aguilera's "Back to Basics" CD, over and over again. It's perfect moving music...and thankfully, one CD that doesn't really grow tiresome after repeated listenings. Unlike so many.

The big guy's done so much around the apartment today. I'm quite grateful for him. I was at work all day, but have tomorrow off...almost had to go to New Jersey, but thankfully, David volunteered to take my place, so I could help with the move. Good thing, too. I think Corb would have killed me.

I think I'm a little sad about moving. Don't get me wrong--I'm excited about the future, too. Still, this has been a nice place to heal for seven years...and, to start building a new future with the person I want to be with for the rest of my life.

This is the next chapter of that, and I can't wait.

It's certainly not as sad an occasion as the last time I moved, from the homestead.

About a half an hour ago, needing a break from moving, I looked back through my journal, to see what I wrote back then. It's funny, in a way. Much of what I wrote then still applies now. Pretty cool when that happens, isn't it?

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