I am, at heart, a list maker. I love to make lists. I will make lists of lists I want to make!!
Deep down, there is a huge feeling of accomplishment when you draw that marker from left to right signifying that a task is - once and for all - complete. At least for this week.
My big move is happening in less than a week. Exciting right? Yes and no. I have to do all the work on this one on my own. I've done all the planning, packing, dis-assembling, carting of boxes, etc. Not that I would have expected much different. I mean, in my 'relationship' I have been the one doing everything, also. And now that I have said goodbye to that relationship, sent up the distress signal from the sinking ship that is our life together, I am getting out. Once and for all.
So this weekend, I made a list of all the things I needed to accomplish by the end of the weekend
And thus I started packing. What began as this
Was soon dismantled and turned in to something messier than this is (if you can imagine)
And proof, that Elsie P was headed out:
There she is.
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