And My Heartbeat is a Symphony the Closer That I Get...
Home Crisis Twenty Ten is over. :D
I honestly need to just remember to take deep breaths, remain calm, and trust in the universe and whatnot to work things out. Because it does. And if people still wonder why I believe some of the things I do, it's because it clearly works for me. I bust my ass for months, nose to the grindstone, by the books, all of that and nothing happens. Except I nearly have a breakdown and spent a lot of time being sick, stressed, and unpleasant. Ask for a little divine intervention and suddenly everything face heel turns like crazy.
But the bottom line is, husband_brother and I will be living together in about a week. Or at the very least starting to move our stuff and getting set up to be living together. I'm currently taking a short break from sorting and packing my crap/cleaning the shed/doing laundry and watching Christmas in July on CN. And quite obviously updating my LJ!
I need to make a list of furniture I'm taking and furniture to either leave here or sell. I know I'm taking my bed, my dragon table, my kotatsu table (that was husband_brother's first anyway and is a family piece), TV and TV stand, my two narrow bookshelves and my wooden bookshelf.... Man, I think that's it. Nothing actually very big, since the bed can be rolled up. And we're doing a DAV run next weekend to donate a bunch of stuff.
And of course I am a mix of emotions. Excitement and joy at beginning a new chapter of my life with the love of my life, but also sad to be packing up my bits of Silent Hill and moving on. There have been a lot of awesome times and memories in this household, and it's been a huge part of my life. Leaving a beloved home, even when leaving to move towards wonderful things, is always going to be tinged with sadness.
I need to get back to work. Just one more week and Operation Cohabitation is a go.
I honestly need to just remember to take deep breaths, remain calm, and trust in the universe and whatnot to work things out. Because it does. And if people still wonder why I believe some of the things I do, it's because it clearly works for me. I bust my ass for months, nose to the grindstone, by the books, all of that and nothing happens. Except I nearly have a breakdown and spent a lot of time being sick, stressed, and unpleasant. Ask for a little divine intervention and suddenly everything face heel turns like crazy.
But the bottom line is, husband_brother and I will be living together in about a week. Or at the very least starting to move our stuff and getting set up to be living together. I'm currently taking a short break from sorting and packing my crap/cleaning the shed/doing laundry and watching Christmas in July on CN. And quite obviously updating my LJ!
I need to make a list of furniture I'm taking and furniture to either leave here or sell. I know I'm taking my bed, my dragon table, my kotatsu table (that was husband_brother's first anyway and is a family piece), TV and TV stand, my two narrow bookshelves and my wooden bookshelf.... Man, I think that's it. Nothing actually very big, since the bed can be rolled up. And we're doing a DAV run next weekend to donate a bunch of stuff.
And of course I am a mix of emotions. Excitement and joy at beginning a new chapter of my life with the love of my life, but also sad to be packing up my bits of Silent Hill and moving on. There have been a lot of awesome times and memories in this household, and it's been a huge part of my life. Leaving a beloved home, even when leaving to move towards wonderful things, is always going to be tinged with sadness.
I need to get back to work. Just one more week and Operation Cohabitation is a go.