Pressing On

Today I started really getting ready to leave.

Well that's how my day started.

I got up, found out that Reagan's flight had been canceled (wha?!) so I talked to her and got that squared away (all good now) and got out of bed. Sat down for my morning bowl of cereal while I watched tv and continued following the Casey Anthony Trial (I'm invested in this thing now, no backing out) and then went to get the clothes out of the washer/drier from the night before.

I had done about 4-5 loads of laundry yesterday. My goal was to have everything washed before I left. Well...the washer/drier quit working. It was busted. I unplugged it. Flipped the breaker. Got nothing.

Before I called the leasing office to put in a maintenance request I wanted to make sure the apartment looked nice enough to have someone come in. In other words get the underwear off the kitchen table and put up all the laundry I'd done up...well except the last load that quit before it was dry so that load is hanging in the doorway to the closet.

But I didn't let it stop me, I was hugely productive today.

I finished off cleaning the apartment, called the leasing office, had lunch and watched the trial, after it was over, I took care of our rental insurance (ya know...since we have 2 months left), went to the leasing office and let them know we'd be moving out at the end of July, then went to WalMart and had my oil changed, all my fluids checked, had my tires checked, and bought the rest of the snacks for the trip.

Came back and started baking. Made delicious fudgey brownies, and delicious chocolate chip cookies. After that I called it quits in the kitchen for the night (might I add that the kitchen is still clean after all the baking!?)

So I sit down to eat my measly smart one dinner (I wanted spaghetti but didn't feel like dirtying up dishes and space was limited with all the baking.) After I was about halfway through my measly smart one I reached for something and in the process caught my fork and catapulted the little bowl, food and all, all over the place. On the floor, on myself, on the couch...

I have made it about 2 days without loosing it, today I felt one coming on...I've been busy all day and have successfully fought the urge to curl into a ball and cry for a bit...but this...this broke me.

I had a nice cry and then sucked it up and started working on my sister's owl hat.

I honestly might let myself cry a bit more later just to get it all out of my system. It's not just missing Lincoln that's doing it...it's that I'm going to miss our apartment, California in general, and having our own space...

Alright, moving on. Goodnight.