Countdown

So, we are starting to have a solid plan on our final resting place...okay, we won't get much rest there, but I like the dramatic sound of that, morbid as it may be. We will be able to settle in to our permanent home, or as permanent as any home can be (I'm hoping for a 10-year minimum on this place, let's see), very soon. I hesitate to write it down like this, but the anxious girl inside of me kind of needs to do it anyway. We are scheduled to close later this week and move in at the start of next week - on the day of my first business trip since H was born. I have absolutely no anxiety about any of this, nor can anyone tell that I do or do not have said anxiety. I am not nervous about the logistics, about leaving my parents' house, which, despite the occasional rockiness and need to move on, has been somewhat of a respite from the "real world." I have spent quite a bit of time in the La-Z-Boy, time that would have and some might argue (mostly me) should have been spent paying bills, and doing the work that needs to get done to prepare more fully for the move, or even just helping more with the dishes. On a side note, we did finally buy my parents a dish wand, so I have started helping more with the dishes.

I am also not nervous about the move going well and smoothly without me being present (I actually don't think I am too nervous about this beyond worrying that furniture will be placed in places that I don't love, but the beauty of the space is that there aren't many options for furniture placement). I am certainly not nervous about H's well-being doing the move with his daddy and being without me for two long days and a night or the trauma that he might experience in his new home for the first night withOUT his mother. I am pretty sure I am the only one who will be crying - in a hotel in DC.

And, I am not the least bit nervous about actually being settled in NY, being there, finally, after the months - or years - of planning this in my head and I have no fear whatsoever about whether this is the right decision for our family, for me. I'm not nervous about H running and jumping on the floors and making noise to make the neighbors hate us, or living in a smaller space, or having to make new mommy friends that will never be my "first" mommy friends.

On the bright side, all of this "not nervousness" makes me TRULY not nervous about having several meetings with members of Congress (mostly their staff, actually) for my first time while I'm on that business trip. I mean, really, how hard can that be?

Comments

[Bob]

KD - if I can help you not ne nervous about your DC meetings, let me know. You'll be great!