Sep 18, 2010 20:49
My husband is very adept at making me feel better. Example: right now we are packing to move apartments, and he gets that moving is a really overwhelming process for me-- not the change involved, but the physical process (see: deprivation schemas spanning the last eighteen years and some change). But, amidst the chaos, it's extremely comforting to have someone who completely understands when I say, "Please don't pack ALL the seasons of Friends and Gilmore Girls-- I need one season of each of those left out in order to avoid crushing anxiety."
And the last box I pack will be labelled "Stuffed Animals: The SPECIAL Ones," because they make me feel better too. Expect a roll-call post of stuffed animals after the move.