Two days left.
It feels like I should do something special. As someone mentioned to me online, maybe I should stage a final-episode-of-a-sitcom sort of event, and that seems about right.
I've been meeting various friends for dinner or drinks or movies or various other activities nearly every night for the past two weeks or so, trying to get my time in when I can, and at first it simply didn't really seem real, but, now that many of those meetings include the phrase, "I may never see you again!" it's getting downright weird and sad, and I don't know what else to do.
A move of this magnitude seems to deserve some kind of great blowout or monumental event to close things out. Not a party or anything like that — just, I don't know.
Meanwhile, I've been struggling to battle my cat's mounting anxiety by trying to reassure him that I'm not abandoning him and that he's indeed coming with me. Unfortunately, we don't have the common vocabulary to discuss things like Canada, airplane, move, etc.
He keeps giving me these looks like, "Outside? Milk? Vacuum? Sleep? Bath? I don't understand?!?!?"
What can you tell a cat without starting to doubt your own sanity? Each time I dismantle another piece of furniture, though, his uneasiness gets a little worse.
Anyway, if nothing else, tomorrow I'll call the movers to see if they have an estimate, buy a water thingy for Ivan's crate, pack some more stuff, call my auto finance company now that I have a plan for how to get my car up to me (did you know you have to have your car completely paid off before you can move it out of the country? I didn't find this out until last week), print out reference stuff like maps and addresses and phone numbers (because that's the sort of obsessive planner I can be sometimes, hence Project Manager, right?), and, well, I don't know after that.
Maybe my adventure will come to me.
I've been meeting various friends for dinner or drinks or movies or various other activities nearly every night for the past two weeks or so, trying to get my time in when I can, and at first it simply didn't really seem real, but, now that many of those meetings include the phrase, "I may never see you again!" it's getting downright weird and sad, and I don't know what else to do.
A move of this magnitude seems to deserve some kind of great blowout or monumental event to close things out. Not a party or anything like that — just, I don't know.
Meanwhile, I've been struggling to battle my cat's mounting anxiety by trying to reassure him that I'm not abandoning him and that he's indeed coming with me. Unfortunately, we don't have the common vocabulary to discuss things like Canada, airplane, move, etc.
He keeps giving me these looks like, "Outside? Milk? Vacuum? Sleep? Bath? I don't understand?!?!?"
What can you tell a cat without starting to doubt your own sanity? Each time I dismantle another piece of furniture, though, his uneasiness gets a little worse.
Anyway, if nothing else, tomorrow I'll call the movers to see if they have an estimate, buy a water thingy for Ivan's crate, pack some more stuff, call my auto finance company now that I have a plan for how to get my car up to me (did you know you have to have your car completely paid off before you can move it out of the country? I didn't find this out until last week), print out reference stuff like maps and addresses and phone numbers (because that's the sort of obsessive planner I can be sometimes, hence Project Manager, right?), and, well, I don't know after that.
Maybe my adventure will come to me.