"We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us really happy is something to be enthusiastic about." - Charles Kingsley
I woke this morning to a text that said "what's the plan?" That got me thinking. I haven't figured out how to answer in 250 characters or less. I have a two page list of things that need to be done in order to be moving. The list is in no particular order. It is the brainstorm list that started as I made the decision to move. I started crossing off the done items yesterday. So with that question, "what's the plan?" - I want to say, thank you...it's time to assemble this list into a plan. I don't want to be spending all day on this. I've got stuff to throw out, I've got to cull some more of these books (sniff..). I've got some more research to do regarding getting out there. - Pods, U-Haul(always cheapest) airfare, rentals, yadda, yadda,
Today, today, today I've got to go spend time with my mom. She's not very happy about this interstate move. From her innuendo heavy commments I gather that she is feeling unconsulted. She doesn't seem too upset, just left out and this makes her very defensive. I finally quit feeling that I'm not enough for her. This is a pretty common feeling for daughters to have. Anymore, I think I might just be too much for her.
Right now I don't have a plan. I have a list.
Hey, I take that back...the plan is to be in Seattle by Feb 28. (whew, thanks for letting me think that out)