Today we found out the exact date Lindsey leaves her job and, therefore, decided on the exact date we will pack the Budget Rental with all of our stuff, load up the dogs, and begin our journey west.
the big story? It turns out the date is a whole month sooner than we had been planning.
Wow that hit me like a ton of bricks this afternoon. They were bricks that caused a whole lot of excitement, mind you, but they were bricks all the same. After classes were over, I spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning and sorting important mail and documents and making an itemized list of every expense this move will require us to be ready for. I’d already done this once before, but this was a more detailed description. A final look, one might say.
I’m still breathing after this afternoon’s rigorous mental money managing and am actually feeling quite positive about how the “moving fund” compares to the “moving expenses”. This, I believe, is a good sign.
The most exciting, and scary, part of today was the detailed moving schedule Lindsey and I wrote all over the next few days and months of the brand new 2010 lighthouse calendar Mom gave Lindsey for Christmas. When you see the black ink forever change the fabulously white squares that signify a particular day you’re supposed to be living in the future, it really sinks in that something is happening on that day. Not just laundry, or preparing a new dish for dinner, or some paper that’s due in one of my classes, but a real life-changing, eye-opening experience is coming…..and now I feel a little different than I did before Lindsey took a pen to that calendar. The plan doesn’t exist only in our minds or in the rooms of our condo where we sit and talk for hours; it’s dates on the calendar, and that, dang it, makes a big difference somehow.
I thought I had a lot to do before. Now I have a lot to do and a lot less time in which to do it. 3 1/2 months, my friends. 3 1/2 months.
It’s wonderful how scary but exciting it is to live a better story. When I begin to process what’s happening in my life, I feel like each new step is living like I’ve never lived before. And it makes me smile. And it makes me feel shaky and tired. And it makes me want more. Really….it does.