Confessional

So Andy just got a new job. He has been working there for about a month and liking it. Good money. Good work environment. Only ONE job. Good benefits. And NO Saturdays!!!

But it's 2 hours away. And he is commuting and waking up at 3:30 a.m. So we are moving. And I am staring some things I dread right in the face...

1. I HATE calling people I don't know. Pizza place. Utility company. Owners of homes to look at to rent. Needless to say, everyday is full of dread. Andy comes home and asks me how many appointments I have to view homes and puts me on the spot. And today, I called a lady who was a friend of a friend. So yeah, she just rented out "a great home for a family". And I called too late. Because I have been putting it off. Stupid phobia.

2. I hate to pack. Hated it when I was leaving for college. Super excited about college, but the packing part, not so much. And I hate packing for trips. I look around all the stuff we have accumulated and I just don't even know where to start.

3. I hate cleaning. 'Nuf said.

4. Actually, more to say-- I hate cleaning what will be someone else's house, so I don't even get to enjoy it... And I will be moving to a clean house, but I am well-aware of how long it will be before I know where stuff is and don't have a mountain of boxes to unpack.

5. Oh, yeah, need to change my address w/ all the people that need it. So there will be more calling people I don't know.

6. I hate de-junking. Andy and I have had our worst fights debating the need to keep things based on their sentimental significance. So every time we move, the debate rages, and we argue. I am sentimental. He is not-- at all.

I generally hate change. So the transition stinks. I love getting settled. Can I just beam myself (and my family) past this part? Or pay someone to do it for me?

Now that I have stared my ridiculous personality down, I realize how ridiculous I am being. I am 35 yrs. old. I mean, come on. Ugh. Why can't I grow up enough that I can be organized, a natural de-junker, and a gal who doesn't get so tense just looking at a phone number?

As a side-note, I am trying to avoid thinking about all the people I am going to miss and think about all the new friends I will make. Because I LOVE making new friends. Silver-lining.