My Mumbling Thoughts

It was for the first time yesterday morning that I felt it. Excitement. I could feel the chills run all inside of me and couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. Our trip to North Carolina was over with and now there was nothing left for me to do other than hang out with my friends and family, pack to the maximum until the seams on my luggages were about to burst and wait out the last couple of days until my fly day.

Finally, I was just plain happy about everything. I was confident, secure and knew that I was going to be fine. There wasn't any kind of worries and for once my brain shut itself up and I could just enjoy my moment. My happy moment.

Our first day back and I haven't wasted any time with my things that I need to do. For many, many months I've been thinking and re-thinking everything over and double checking myself three thousand times. It's as if I was preparing myself for a major drill to happen and now I'm no longer practicing. It's the real deal this time.

Today was my Indoor Things To Do. Lots and lots of cleaning, ironing, organizing and re-organizing everything so that it fits just right. I took a couple of breaks to rest my feet and feed myself, but otherwise it was pretty much non-stop work from the moment I stepped out of bed until right now when I climbed back in.

It's kind of a bad habit of mine whenever I do laundry to leave piles on my bed and fall asleep with them, instead of folding them up and putting them away. Sometimes the effort is far too much for me and besides, I really like the smell of fresh laundry. Right now, I have one of the largest stacks of clothes piled at the foot of my bed and I think it's going to stay there until tomorrow. The sad thing is, it's not even laundry that I did today. They're perfectly fine, clean clothes that I've been storing away in my drawers and closet. These are the clothes that I'm packing in boxes and shipping over because the largest suitcase that I own is already packed to the max with other clothes that were also in my drawers and closet.

The funny thing is that if you were to look in any of my drawers or my closet right now, you wouldn't believe that I was going anywhere, because they're still full. Maybe not as packed as before, but I think that this is how my drawers and closet would look if I hadn't stuffed them to the point where they were over flowing and forcing them shut was a daily thing for me to do.

It appears that my mental drills were slightly off when estimating just how much shit that I own, so now I'm having to turn to my Plan B, worst case senario option, which is more boxes. A lot more boxes. Well that, and trying really hard to eliminate things that perhaps I could live without if it came down to a life or death situation.

Tomorrow shall be another busy day of Outdoor Things To Do, which includes getting my final pedicure for quite a long time, eating lunch with two of my favorite coworkers, shipping my boxes off (man, that's going to be a pretty penny), buying groceries, stopping by the bank, getting my car fixed, dropping more boxes off at Goodwill, yadda, yadda, yadda....it never ends.

So far things are moving smoothly, aside from the packing glitch. I'm surprised that I'm not more chaotic or freaking out about how much time I have, but like I said before, I'm confident. Not to the point to where I'm cocky about it, just confident enough that things are going to work out. I like being sure about things. It's a feeling that I'm welcoming with open arms.