I'm not sure we'll ever be able to move on from our loss. But from what I know about grief, it's something that never totally goes away -- you just don't think of it as often. And, for better or for worse, we've been forced to move on, to not think about it as often, because there's a lot to do. But we're still thinking about it nonetheless. All of our friends, old and new, have been wonderful and supportive. Many thanks to you.
But we have to move on. I had my last day at work on Tuesday. The moving truck comes next Tuesday. I have a busy week ahead of me, and it's already three-sevenths over. I've taken care of many details, but there's many left to go and I've barely started packing. Fortunately, everything else appears to be going smoothly -- Robert's flight is booked and I have the name of the driver from the moving company and assurances he'll be in touch on Monday. Meanwhile, Samantha has been kept very well distracted by Rare Book School -- she's learning a lot, making some new friends and enjoying her time in Charlottesville. She heads home tomorrow.
Part of me can't believe I'll be in Connecticut next week. But the other part of me thinks it can't come any sooner. I hate these in between times when I have no schedule -- it unsettles me. And I am forever reminded of our missing cat looking around this apartment, and Robert seems to be realizing that something is amiss -- he has been more than needy. We need a change and we need it now. Good thing it is indeed coming soon.
Not much else going on around here. I have been distracting myself with Gilmore Girls and Battlestar Galactica in my spare time. I am attempting to eat my way through the rest of my pantry. I hate moving. That is all. How are you?