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Sunday, September 23, 2007 |
( 9/23/2007 04:52:00 AM ) Bill S.
MOVING JITTERS: It's 4:30 on a Saturday morning, and I've been awake since 4:00, mind running over all the things we haven't yet accomplished. We're planning on starting our 1,500 mile trek from Normal, Illinois, to Graham County Arizona on Monday, and there's still a ton of stuff for my wife and me to get done: possessions to pack or discard, rooms to clean, a big-assed Budget rental truck to pick up and load. Though we've been working fairly steadily over the last two-plus weeks, it feels like we've barely done anything. We've been living in a two-floor Sears house with a basement crammed full of extra furniture – the legacy from the two years Becky's mother lived with us before she passed away – and papers (Coralie Fox was an obsessive paper hoarder) that we avoided going through for two years. It's a lotta stuff.
To add to the anxiety, we don't know where we're gonna be when we get to Arizona; we're heading down there without even a place to rent established: until we sell the place in Illinois, there's no way we'll be able to get a mortgage down south. To compound matters, the area where we're moving – because of the opening of a new copper mine – has turned into a seller's housing market due to the influx of new residents eager to work the mine. That's good-thinkin': sell your place in an area where the housing market is as sluggish as the rest of the country to one of the few places where people are eager to buy homes.
Most of the day, I'm able to lose myself in the myriad tasks that need to be accomplished: it's this early a.m. period that's most difficult. Wife Becky works on a different anxiety schedule; while I'm usually able to fall asleep fairly quickly at the end of the day, she stays up late, worrying. Perhaps the different schedules help us get more stuff done, I don't know.
If I've been going on about this whole process more than I should over the past two weeks, it's for a simple reason: this is a huge huge move for us. Both of us have spent all of our adult lives – more than thirty years – living in Central Illinois. Just two settled middle-aged Midwesterners on the verge of a scary life change. This uprooting is totally unprecedented for us, and here we are doing it without much of a safety net. Factor in a new job, and the numbers on a Life Stress Test rise even higher.
I first started writing this post on Saturday, but didn't pick it back up and complete it until the next early morning (woke up at 5:30 this time: that's progress of a sort). Today, with the help of some friends, we hope to get most of our stuff loaded onto that Budget rental truck. I look at the truck and I look at all the boxes scattered throughout the house and piled in a two-room tent that we set up in the backyard, and I wonder if we'll even be able to fit it all in. Just one of the nervous-making thoughts that woke me up this morning . . .