It seems I hadn't told my brothers, or my aunt, or but simply one of my friends that I'm moving halfway across the country. My mother told my brothers and my aunt. Mom's are on this earth to rat you out. I should know, I'm a mom. Both my brothers called last night. I didn't get to ring off until after midnight my time. One brother is on the east coast, Manhattan, I called him back first. He is an hour ahead of me. Then I returned the call from my brother on the west coast, San Diego, he is two hours behind me. I just want you all to know my time-management skills are superb (I need to put that somewhere on my resume/cv). Two weeks ago I was concientious enough to send a family email letting everyone know I'm no longer employed. I just seem to have neglected to let anyone know my plans since then (ok, so follow-through is not one of my stronger skills, I should maybe remove that entry from my cv...). The list of whom I have informed is equally long with the list of people I still need to inform. Yet, when you consider that the list of who to notify includes the gas & electric co., the cable/internet people, and my insurance agent I'm doing pretty well with getting the word out to those that are near and dear.
Last week as I woke each morning and my feet would hit the ground my brain was saying, "Ready...GO!" and holy b'jeepers, I'm off and running. So here I am for another week of marathon style relocation - the 'Ironman' of move. Sort and toss for two hours, pack and toss for two hours. Nap for one hours (dispells stress). Surf online for two hours; find another job posting worth sending an introduction to.
Elephant eating. One bite at a time. Elephant is actually kinda fun to eat. I've come on some grissly bites, but not that often. It's satisfying, and rather tasty and I paced myself last week so I'm feeling right on schedule this week.
14 days to go, actually.