Writing isn’t flowing tonight. I feel the jerkiness of a poor clutch driver as I move from sentence to sentence and paragraph to paragraph.
I’m tired of thinking about stuff—flooring, patio furniture, faucets, and more. Although necessary, my mind is constantly collecting data. For example, earlier at Kristen’s, Kevin brought a replica of a skull from Terminator 2 that he’d 3D printed. It was so cool that I asked him what 3D printer he’d got and messaged Dave the model. Yesterday, I added the Ninja DZ401 Air Fryer to my Amazon cart after using my parents’ and hearing their rave reviews.
I have a budget, and contrary to my feelings, I can’t have everything. For now, the necessary things like bed frames and kitchen stuff don’t need to be bought until we move in thoroughly.
It’s a still night on the lake. I’m watching two bass fishermen casting and reeling in their lures, both propped up as if seated on air, feet above the boat. I imagine their added seats specifically give them a better vantage from above. A vantage from above, that’s what I have.
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder” is my new mantra, given to me by Kevin. Over takeout from Crockets’ Public House, Kevin, Kristen, and I shared space and hugs before changing our usual 30-minute drive time to a six-hour flight.
I hope the move helps with Archie’s allergies. Having gotten the fleas under control, I hope the plant life in Georgia will be better for his skin.
I’m grateful for today and for the walk I took with Evelyn. She’s growing up, and I love watching her discover and connect the dots.
A happy accident happened with the flooring we ordered. A call from our builder told us it wouldn’t be delivered until the end of August as it was on a shipping container off the coast of Asia. Within minutes, we received several similar options via text message photos. In return, I sent the most recent photo to the flooring person, who agreed that the lightest option was best. My second biggest regret for the house was our darker flooring choice, which we no longer have.
The first is the blue cabinets in the bathroom, which is no biggie; there’s always paint.
Enough with house stuff. How close are we to moving? Two nights from now, I’ll be wiggling in my inflatable bed like a kid anticipating the latest Paw Patrol movie. I hope I’m able to sleep! Although the first day’s drive time is only five hours, somehow, driving wears on me, and I can use the rest.
Tomorrow is one of two work days for the week. Then we’ll need to empty out and clean the refrigerator and do a final garage sweep. Hopefully, someone will be interested in our free recliner in the coming days, or I may need my parents to drop it off at Goodwill.
This move is a whirlwind, but I’m feeling hopeful. Change is never easy, but it’s necessary for growth. I’ll update you on our journey every step of the way.
Until next time, sweet dreams to me and sweet dreams to you.
Love, Jaclynn
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