Why does time drag its feet the hardest when you are waiting to hear important news? We waited for an entire week to finally learn our rental application on a townhouse in Frederick, Maryland was accepted.
Documents, phone calls, credit scores, oh my! We provided and provided and then still provided more. Yes, my husband has a job in Rockville; we just don't live there yet. This fact had to be shown or said in a number of ways by a number of people.
Alas, the ever-inflating balloon of my nerves was allowed to deflate on Friday evening. I lost about twenty pounds in the moments following the news: "The place is yours."
So now, we have just over a week before the movers come. And, my stomach feels like a hazardous zone, marked off for exploration. I am on the verge of sickness for much of each present day. This isn't the flu; it's just an upheaval inside my body. Excitement, nervousness, a lot of worry.
Our house is turning inside out as well. Contents of drawers and shelves are laying haphazardly in piles on the floor. Empty, full, partially full, and what-have-you boxes cover the downstairs like new tile ready to be installed.
Time. To go. To say good-bye. To begin anew. To take some of the Pepto found scattered in the debris of an old purse.
No comments:
Post a Comment