We've been packing all weekend. We still have a lot of work to do, but the majority of the packing is done. I can't believe how many boxes it's taken.
I'll be so glad when we're moved in. My life has been on hold for too long. I've been away from piano, writing, my e-friends, reading, and baking for months and months and months. I've barely even written in my journal--and when I do, I'm generally fantasizing about being able to step outside my door and go on a four-mile run, after writing for two hours and before going to work.
I will practice George in the evenings, after dinner, which I will have cooked because I'll have had time. I still plan to spend my lunch hours during the weekdays practicing on Xan the Grand. I haven't been there in weeks, thanks to a new scheduling issue that will disappear once I live in Work Village.
See? I've started fantasizing again.
I need to quit fantasizing. I need to get back to packing. The boxes are waiting for me.