Why is it that on the day I actually have some important things to do, my sinuses have united against me and are trying to kill me? Hmm? There is no why.
Anyway, today is the day that the Thing of Which I Cannot Speak becomes actual news. Paul got a new job and we are moving 900 miles (vertically) across the country!! We are so, so excited and also completely bewildered. This is my first major move, the first time I won't live in this state, and we'll be buying our first home. At least we're moving from one upstate to another. There are way too many creepies out there to be more specific, but it's definitely a change in weather. I hope this also explains why I've been on a mission to throw things away. So, what do you do with old magazines? What if there is something good in there? What about the magazines you know there is something good in? What about what about what about? What do I need to apply for a mortgage? Which mover won't hold my worldly possessions hostage in his truck? What neighborhood is not the ghetto but is also affordable? Will we have to move to get away from killers? What if the schools are good now but by the time we have kids they are bad?
Paul will start after New Year's and I'm driving up tomorrow to look for houses. Also, yarn stores.
Oh my goodness, I should probably eat something. So nervous! Can't even knit!