David has a countdown timer for the number of workdays and work hours left until his last day. And I think he'd gladly walk out tomorrow if he felt he could. I've urged him to just hang on, think about the paychecks, and breathe. And he's trying.
I, however, have more mixed feelings about leaving my job. I like working here. I like the work, I like the people, and I've realized that my bosses are really good. Which is a skill, and a rare one, I might add. I respect them, and I'll miss them. But I love my family and my husband more (I am a big bag of love) and now is the right time, and this is the right plan for our little family. I just today realized I have six more paychecks to go until I'm out of paychecks for a while. That's when I need David to remind me to breathe. And I'm trying.
We're meeting with a property manager tomorrow morning about putting our house up for rent. Everyone except for me is confident that we'll get it rented soon, but I'm hopeful.
These months have been hard--it's been long enough out, and so much work between now and then, that it's hard to look beyond What We Have To Do Before We Leave. But part of that is the planning of the trip, which gets us prematurely excited all over again. I'm going to do a whole separate post on the trip planning stuff. I'm trying very hard not to plan too much. I find myself in the education phase, trying to study up on all the places we're going, and all the options of what to do, which adventures might be our style. I've checked a lot of books out of the library, which has been so helpful, and so very cheap.
For every thing we check off the list, it seems like we add three more "to dos" to it. But we're getting there. I can see a little progress has happened in the last few months. Books have been packed, passports have been renewed. We are breathing.
I don't want anyone to get the impression that we're not excited to be taking this journey. We are So! So! Crazy! Excited! But there is a lot to do between now and September, and with that comes some amount of stress, which I am feeling. And, for that matter, eating. I've given myself the task of losing 10 pounds in the next 10 weeks before we leave, which seems reasonable, if I just stop the stress eating. We've got mountains to climb (literally) in the next few weeks, and David's beginning to join me on a run occasionally, so our plan is to be fairly fit when we leave, and maintain that fitness on the road as much as possible.
If I can just
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