At 12:37 pm this afternoon, a Sunday, the reality of our move to Austin finally sank in. Andy was gone. He had, after already turning around once to get his passport and SS card, driven off on his 2 day trip to Austin. He starts his new job in two days. I’m very excited for him, and I’m happy we’re going back to Austin. However, the actual move itself has turned into one big emotion for me. I find myself walking around in a daze, overwhelmed by everything I have to do to move our household to another city. Packing, moving estimates, appointments with prospective movers, and then there are the things that Andy has to do while in Austin that I just worry about. That’s what I do… I worry. I’ve come to accept it. I admit it readily, laugh about it, and then usually the worry subsides. Thank goodness… because if it didn’t, it would probably incapacitate me. It’s hard enough dealing with the mixed emotions I’m feeling already. You see, I miss Austin… a lot. I’ve missed it ever since I left, almost 6 years ago. I thought I would get over it, but I haven’t. That’s one reason why Andy and I are going back… we miss it. But, I’ve lived in Nashville for more than 3 years now, and I’ve really become settled… so it’s hard leaving my friends behind. You’d think I would be over that by now… I’ve moved many times before. Let me count… there was Pennsylvania to Virginia, to Missouri, then to Texas, then to Louisiana (even though I went to college in Texas), then to Sherman, then to Houston, then to Nashville. Whew… it’s easier to move from a city you hate, or a place that you didn’t get to know for long. But here, I have some great friends. They’ve become a great support network for me. They invite me over, call me, offer support. It’s wonderful. It reminds me of my last few months in Missouri. I was in high school and my friends tried to make it the best few months they could for me. The only problem with it? You miss your friends even more, and the actual move is much harder. But, then again… we didn’t have email back then. or cell phones. I know everything will work out. It always does in the end. In the meantime, I’ll focus on the here and now, and try not to be overwhelmed. I’ll do my best to make the house seem more lively… even though Andy is gone. I’ll spilt up the massive tasks into manageable chunks. And I’ll take advantage of those free Sprint PCS to PCS minutes I have, and call Andy, my folks, and my brother often… because those are the people who will always be there. Friends tend to come and go… but it’s family that is always there for you. My family has saved me before… and it will save me again. You don’t get through a major change in life like moving without that kind of constant in your life. You just don’t. So, if you ever move… keep your family close. That, my friends, is how you keep the insanity of moving from biting you in the ass.