I'm Trying

I'm trying to put thoughts, feelings, emotions aside and concentrate on the move, now less than 2 weeks away. Packing is a pain - pitching is more therapeutic. Moving into a smaller house - downsizing. That feels good. Not as much to deal with. But still have to plan where things are going to go - the movers will ask. Can't figure it all out, but I can get close. Posted some unwanted furniture on Craigslist - 3 pieces posted, 3 pieces sold. Offered used cribs on the single parents message board and found a way to pass them on. Feeling lighter already. Have a bag of old clothes ready for the Salvation Army. Wanted to get through the unwanted CD's and DVD's and list them on eBay but haven't found the time for that. But those things are smaller and so can make the move. Only so many hours in a day. Still have to work. Still have the boys to take care of. The house still needs to operate, right up to moving day. Change of address forms are in progress. Magazines and credit cards are already switched over. There's usually a missed periodical when you move, but maybe not this time. I'm aware of many 'lasts' - the last time I will do this, the last time I will go there. I try to push those thoughts away. Gotta pack more boxes. Gotta pitch more junk. Now is the time to do it. I will miss this town, neighborhood, street, yard, house, room. But this move was set up almost a year ago. I didn't want to move. I was ready to fight to stay. I've got to remind myself I'm the bigger person. And this will be better for the boys. I believe it. I have to.