Final Hours
Sitting here in my classroom at lunchtime. I have four kids in on detention- one for not completing spelling, three for not bringing in math tests signed by their parents. I'll be sending them out for a bit of recess in about five minutes, but for now they're writing out spelling words for me.
As for me, I'm feeling very restless. We take possession of the apartment tomorrow and we officially start moving stuff over and, of course, I'd rather be home right now getting things organized to do that. The landlady had originally told us we would probably be able to take possession of the apartment a week ago, but it didn't turn out like that. Seems the current tenant chose to stay later than expected and is literally moving out right at the wire as I type here. We get the key at 10:00 tomorrow morning. Goodness knows what condition the apartment will be in, so our first load of items will be mostly cleaning supplies... I'm anticipating cleaning house for a couple of hours before starting to move our own things in.
Our goal is to be living in the apartment by tomorrow night, straddling two places at the same time a week or so as we get everything moved out of the townhouse and into the apartment. So, tomorrow the priority will be the bed, clothing, kitchen stuff, and the two computers. Oh, and the cat :).
Poor Nova, she won't know what hits her tomorrow. She's been really agitated in the last several days, she can already tell something is seriously up what with all the packing and upheaval. She -really- hates traveling in the car, so the van ride should be bad enough, but then she'll be thrown into an entirely new world. Poor kitty, but I'm sure she'll adjust quickly enough. Probably faster than I will!
Being that I'm anxious for the move and actually glad to be going I'm surprised to find this week that I'm somewhat wistful about leaving this townhouse behind. We've always known the location wouldn't be permanent, but there's still memories here- Irish coffee nights, family parties, countless UT practices, recording sessions, visits from out-of-town friends, losing our cat, Arnie, etc.. Five years is a healthy chunk of your life.
Still I'm excited about moving on. I'll just be happy to have this move over and done. Thank goodness my March Break is only a week away.
As for me, I'm feeling very restless. We take possession of the apartment tomorrow and we officially start moving stuff over and, of course, I'd rather be home right now getting things organized to do that. The landlady had originally told us we would probably be able to take possession of the apartment a week ago, but it didn't turn out like that. Seems the current tenant chose to stay later than expected and is literally moving out right at the wire as I type here. We get the key at 10:00 tomorrow morning. Goodness knows what condition the apartment will be in, so our first load of items will be mostly cleaning supplies... I'm anticipating cleaning house for a couple of hours before starting to move our own things in.
Our goal is to be living in the apartment by tomorrow night, straddling two places at the same time a week or so as we get everything moved out of the townhouse and into the apartment. So, tomorrow the priority will be the bed, clothing, kitchen stuff, and the two computers. Oh, and the cat :).
Poor Nova, she won't know what hits her tomorrow. She's been really agitated in the last several days, she can already tell something is seriously up what with all the packing and upheaval. She -really- hates traveling in the car, so the van ride should be bad enough, but then she'll be thrown into an entirely new world. Poor kitty, but I'm sure she'll adjust quickly enough. Probably faster than I will!
Being that I'm anxious for the move and actually glad to be going I'm surprised to find this week that I'm somewhat wistful about leaving this townhouse behind. We've always known the location wouldn't be permanent, but there's still memories here- Irish coffee nights, family parties, countless UT practices, recording sessions, visits from out-of-town friends, losing our cat, Arnie, etc.. Five years is a healthy chunk of your life.
Still I'm excited about moving on. I'll just be happy to have this move over and done. Thank goodness my March Break is only a week away.