As I watch the second of our 2 cars being hauled off by a tow truck–both this morning, I thought myself, “WELL FUCK JULY SO FAR!” Then I remembered my mom saying in an email the other day, “Blog, girl, blog. It’s cheaper than psychotherapy “
So… July started with my baby moving 12 hours away, and not-at-all in the way we had planned. The plan was to load her and her friend up in a moving truck, and wave goodbye as they drove off into the horizon. Then her friend decided she couldn’t go for 2 more weeks, which threw Jessi (and the rest of us) in turmoil over whether or not to go or wait. From a place of strength and determination, and despite being terrified, Jessi decided just to go on her own. ….which was great except we had to figure out how to get her, and at least SOME of her stuff there. After lots of discussion, we ended up buying her a plane ticket from Boston. We would drive her down, stay one night down there with her, put her on the plane with 2 giant checked bags, and head home. We also used http://www.busfreighter.com to ship her a bunch of boxes through greyhound. Cheapest option by far; fingers crossed the boxes make it there.
Since I was dealing with all of Jessi’s stuff, and my emotions surrounding said ‘stuff,’ and was sick the whole beginning of the week with either the flu or Lyme, I totally flaked on my assignments due for school this week. I did just get one done, but it was late, so I will be marked down, and I still have one more to get done. I hate that shit. I am a bit of a perfectionist about grad school.
|One last tackle|
Add onto this that this house is a complete shambles. Since Jessi couldn’t take everything, she had to make choices about what she really wanted to keep and what she didn’t. Since there was no time for her to dispose of (Goodwill, trash, friends, etc.doritos), it’s all left here for me to deal with. Also, Sean is moving into her bedroom, and we are moving all of our clothes and stuff into his old room, so that is also a work-in-progress-disaster.
Emotionally… well… I haven’t cried yet today-even while typing all this, so, just the fact that I consider that a triumph should hint to my recent emotional state. I miss that girl like crazy! My movie/shopping/cooking/roadtrip/hang out buddy is 12 hours away now 😦 …in a city all alone!
|All I can picture is her when she looked like this, standing in the middle of Richmond, looking like this surrounded by her bags looking lost & confused —(Which is COMPLETELY not the case, BTW! She is killing it!)|
Saturday when we got home from Boston, I allowed myself ONE NIGHT to wallow in Doritos, sour cream, and rum. Sunday morning we ALL, even Sean, got back to healthy eating and exercise. It feels good to be in control and mindful of the fact that I am going to want to eat junk because I am sad, but not giving in to that feeling! The exercise and running has helped me immensely– just like it did when I went through my divorce. Gives me something to focus on and also gets out the yucky energy!
|Sean, Luna, and I out for an early run this morning… in between the cars breaking|