It's Really Happening, Isn't It?

I can't believe it's really happening. Everything is coming at me so fast, my head is spinning.  I have so much to do, and a very short time to do it.  But, in all reality, I shouldn't be surprised.  We've been planning this for months, after all. We started laying the groundwork back in January when Mouse relocated his business, condemning him to an out-of-state commute every week.  But since my life went on as per usual, I was lulled into a sense of complacency.  Now, the end of our time in the OC is upon us.  Our beach bungalow is half-empty and in shambles.  Boxes are piled up everywhere.  The walls are stripped bare.  More than half of our furniture already sits in a storage unit, waiting for its counterparts to join.   The future tenant has even moved her stuff into our spare bedroom.  Reality is truly beginning to set in.  We really are moving back to Denver.

Even though this is something I've been wanting since the day I left, this move is not without stress.  I still have had to get all of my nursing credentials in order, and am in the process of finding a new job.  Applications, exams, and interviews are always so nerve-wracking.  Packing has not been a picnic, either.  It might be easier, if I would share some of the responsibility, but I don't trust anyone other than myself.  But most importantly, as our move-out date approaches, I have to admit I'm beginning to feel quite bittersweet about the whole thing.  Yes - I'm ecstatic to move back to Denver, but I'm going to miss this place, too.  I might not always love my boisterous neighbors, but I love living by the ocean.  I love waking up to the ocean breeze and jogging along the beach.  I love riding my cruiser along the boardwalk and grabbing drinks at a beachside bar.

Most importantly, I've appreciated the chance to live so near my best friend for the past year and a half.  It isn't often one finds such a good friend in adulthood, and the prospect of being separated by so many miles is sad.  I'm going to miss our jogs around the Back Bay, and breakfast at Cafe Panini.  Of course we're going to remain friends; it's just that doing so is going to require a little more effort after the move.

I just need to remind myself that we've bounced around enough the past several years to be pros at this whole moving thing.  We've learned to take all of the roadblocks and annoyances in stride, and roll with the punches.  This is just another chapter in our crazy lives, and I really am looking forward to all of the adventures it will bring.  So I need to stop being so sappy and start getting excited about our life outside of the OC.  Because Denver is calling, and I can barely wait for the fun to begin.