Up, Up, and Away

It was the best of moves; it was the worst of moves.

Is it finally happening? Are we…actually…moving…to Hawaii…??

I really do love moving. Chris and I agree, however, this extended time of transition is not something we would do again—it’s had some rough edges. But I love that we’ve been able to spend four months here with Grandfather enjoying this place we’d never lived before.

Last night I got a rush of vertigo thinking about time. For two seconds before I fell asleep, it was almost like my life since kids flashed before my eyes all at once. Florida—were we really in our wonderful house for three years? Norfolk—two years? Was it really that long? People always say “the days are long, but the years are short,” but last night it was like I was looking at the past all bunched up on itself before I floated away.

That sense of falling continues today. We are at T-3 weeks and counting until we move to the Tropic of Cancer. And we do not have plane tickets…boat tickets…no tickets of any sort. We’ve requested our movers to come collect the crap we won’t be able to carry on board with us. We have to ship our car. The cat’s paperwork is on its way to the Hawaii Department of Agriculture.

Is it finally happening?

I itemized the pantry and freezer and did that oh-so-familiar mental organization of meals to minimize food leftover when we leave. I prorated the payments for the kids’ last two weeks of preschool. I bought one more week of swim lessons to keep the kids’ new swim skills as current as possible. I filled out the paperwork for a forwarding address.

Is it finally happening?

In just a few days, my parents will arrive with Pounce. Just now I got a phone call scheduling the express shipment movers to come a couple days after they leave. Maybe by then we’ll have some boarding passes or something.

It is finally happening…it is finally happening…is it finally happening?