One More Week.

In just one week, I will be moving to Roanoke. Well, partly anyways--I'm cramming as much stuff as I can into the Easter egg to take with me, and then 10 days later J will arrive with the furniture and other items. He's flying his mom in to come help with the moving truck, since he also has to get his truck and the dog to Roanoke as well. It's only a week away, and yet it seems like it's going to take forever. I guess I didn't realize how much time I spent looking for jobs during the day, because now I feel like I have a lot of free time. I've packed as much as I can without blocking my own way--for instance, last night I packed up a huge box of kitchenware, then realized that I had essentially packed most of the cooking items that we may need for the next week (or in J's case, 2 weeks). Luckily, I've been sorting out a lot of things we don't need to take with us, and that includes some older kitchenware that we can use for the time being. The same goes with clothes--I've packed up pretty much everything in my closet and now come to find I'm living out of my suitcase (which really means I'm living in pajamas and gym clothes). I want to wait until the last day I'm here to pack up the bathroom, and then J's on his own. He has yet to pack anything, but once my stuff is out of the way it should be easier for him. Fisher looks so depressed when I start to pack; I think he thinks I'm leaving, never to return. I think I've packed up everything I can right now. I've definitely made progress. And I sold the washer dryer, to be picked up tomorrow evening.
My mom and I have spent a lot of time on the phone recently and I'm finally excited about the actual move. She's coming up the first Saturday I'm there to help me pick out a new bed, along with some other apartment items. I'm really excited for her to see the apartment; she went to the website and told me how jealous she was of my brand new stainless steel appliances. Granted, I'm paying for them, but it's totally worth eating ramen for a month if it means I live there.
I WAS thinking that everything was happening incredibly fast, and now I feel it's going too slow. Now that things are set in motion, I'm impatient, ready to move and live in my beautiful place, and start work. I'm so excited to work for this photographer. The studio is a comfortable space and he and I get along really well. I plan on marketing my ass off for him and learning all the software as fast as possible to prove to him I should be there. I don't think we're going to have any problems, and even he agreed.
This weekend is my last weekend in Nashville. How weird! B and I are taking the "Lunch Tour of Nashville"--which really just means we're going to all our favorite lunch spots to make sure I get my fill before leaving all the best places here. We've already made it to I Dream of Weenie, and today was SouthernBred. Calypso is definitely on the list and I'd like to make it over to West End for Which Which. I'd also like to make it to 3 Crow Bar at least once more. I'm trying to convince B to come to Roanoke with me for a few days, both to help us move, and to get him some new scenery for a bit. Plus it would just be fun and I really like the idea of keeping my Nashville bonds close; it's important to me (you reading this, B?!). I think Friday some people are coming over, both to celebrate and guilt-trip, and I'm both excited and sad about it. I just hope they all know I couldn't have made it through without them.
It's still not exactly real to me yet. I see stuff in labeled boxes, tell anyone I know I'm leaving, and yet it won't be real to me until next Thursday, when I get my keys and can sit in my empty yet amazing apartment. It still might not be real by then. I can't decide if I'm more excited about the apartment or the job. Or being so close to family. It's all pretty nice. I'm going to go ahead and pack more boxes now, because I really am a little too bubbly for my own good.
LC.