Pre-Partum Blues

First things first - I'm not pregnant.

I meant pre-partum from Portland.

Everyone keeps asking me if I'm so excited to move and, yes, I am but...

I'm also sad to leave Portland. I've lived here 7 years, the longest I've ever lived anywhere I wasn't born. This is my home or at least one of my homes. In some ways, this is where my life, adult life, began, this is where I grew up. And it's beautiful, artsy, weird, green, near the mountains and coast, and home to most of my current friends.

It would seem that the move would be more real because of the piles of moving boxes I've been filling and this morning put into the moving "pod" or selling my kitchen table and chairs. But it really hits me when I realize I will have to change all my car radio presets or when especially when I check the weather and realize I don't need a full 10-day forecast anymore.

So yes, I'm excited and hopeful about the future, but some of my heart stays here.

I also have to say thanks to everyone who helped me move today: Elizabeth, Laura, Sara, David, Jeff, and Jon...I couldn't have done it without you.