13 Days...And Now 11...

Let me start my saying, blogging is a big commitment. It was the main reason why I didn't start blogging before; it just seems like so much work.

Sure, I'll spend 2 hours on facebook/Pinterest; but writing for 20 minutes? Hard work.

My step-dad has been fixing up the trailer for me. He's painted it, and added locks to it. I have actually packed four (4!) boxes. That seemed like good progress, so I made popcorn and watched a movie, last night. ('Cabin in The Woods,' pretty good.)

I am realizing that I have too much stuff. Tonight I am going to attempt to purge my closest, even more so than I did a couple months ago. I got rid of a carload full of clothes and shoes. I still have too much stuff.

I am on over packer. I'm the person that needs to have 6 outfit choices... for a weekend trip. I'm working on downsizing; my wardrobe and my life, in general. Moving will definitely help that.

I had a Going Away "Party" over the weekend. It was dinner/food with friends and my parents. Both of the families that I nanny for, came. All six of the kids I watch all together in the same room, for the first time. I was pretty awesome. I am going to miss those kids.

As usual, about half of the people who said they were going to attend, didn't. One of the suckiest things about moving. Your friends and family say they don't want you to leave; but then they do absolutely nothing out of their way to see you before you go. It was tough when I first moved from MN, back in 2004. It's easier now; but it still sucks. The worst ones are the friends who say, every day, how much they're going to miss you. That, why am I not seeing you?

I still had fun at my "party," and had some really good laughs.

Now I'm in the final countdown, less than two weeks, left!

I've made half of my travel arrangements, and am slowly getting more organized.

It's a stress ball at home. My mom doesn't want me to leave, so she's picking fights with me over everything. I do my best to walk away, but sometimes I fall short. I wish she could try and enjoy the time we have together, because right now it's just making me want to leave faster! The biggest argument is my dog, Otis. My mom wants me to leave him with her, and I'm not going to. Granted, it would be a lot easier with only one dog. But, I'm not going to give my 1st dog away just because I got a 2nd dog; she wasn't meant to replace Otis.

Ps. It took me two days to finish this post... Oh boy.

Five of the six kids I nanny for.