Living in Limbo

Hello,

I'm sitting here, writing on my Friday night because I am too exhausted to do anything else.  Katie and I have been working all day.  Soon, I will be able to show you pictures, but not yet, as I found my mom is still getting online even though she is supposed to be on vacation.

Our house continues to exist in varying stages of disarray.  We can't seem to get it neat enough due to our upcoming nuptials. Boxes and boxes of wedding stuff are everywhere.  Our dining room table has been inaccessible for weeks now.  Dresses and flowers and candles and jars and photos litter the whole downstairs.

And then there's my room.  In a feeble attempt to make it more manageable, I've repeatedly gone through our gifts trying to organize and condense everything to make for easy packing.  The room still retains my messy, lived-in feel, and yet is not practical for living.  At all.  Not only is it more cramped because of the extra baskets and bins full of our new supplies for the apartment, but my own personal belongings are beginning to be boxed up as well.  So I am finding myself having to dig through boxes to find things I still find myself needing.

I almost feel a sense of homelessness right now.  Displaced.  I'm here, but my stuff is preparing to leave and has nowhere to go for another week.  Does that make sense?

And then there's the emotional limbo.  The readiness to get out of the house is met with a sadness to leave my lifelong home and all the comforts it provides.  The trepidation of moving into a tiny apartment that needs to work like Mary Poppins' carpet bag to hold all of our belongings meets the genuine excitement of starting a whole new life with my best friend.

Well, I've put about all the effort I can muster into writing this little bit tonight.  So, I'm going to find out what movie Kate wants to watch, pop some popcorn, and relax for the rest of the evening!

Goodnight!

Aim*