Most mornings, even though I shouldn’t, I lounge leisurely in bed until about 9, then throw on whatever hits my fancy and head to the office. It’s not responsible, I know, but it is luxurious, indulgent, and a habit I know I need to change.
Today, though, there should be no leisurely lounging. The movers are coming at 9 am, bringing a tractor trailer. I asked the guy on the phone yesterday if that meant a semi. Sure enough. A semi trailer for my little 1200 square foot, three bedroom home. In a few hours, it will all be loaded, with the exception of a few books and my clothes, and that trailer will be sitting outside my house, waiting for Friday afternoon when they will hopefully come and unload.
There have already been a several hitches in progress. On the mortgage, to get the rate I was originally quoted, and wanted, I have to buy it down a half a point. Expensive, ick. And last night, after I got home late from a meeting, my parents were here, still packing, and I jumped in to help. I should have known better. After an entire day in four inch heels (probably one of my most hectic days ever), I pulled a muscle in my back. It hurt all night, and I tossed and turned, hoping the pain would subside this morning, but it hasn’t.
So I sit, doing my leisurely lounging thing, with a heat warmer on my back, telling myself that it’s time to get a move on it. This is the start of something new.
Hi, I'm Whitney. I am first and foremost a child of God, a mum to two rambunctious little boys, and lucky enough to call the most amazing man I know my husband. By day, I run a stationery company, and consult at the intersection of tech and graphic design. At night, I dream of charming cottages by the sea, silk ballgowns, and a perfectly organized office.
