Sunshine State(s)

There is a lot to be done when you move.

When you are moving across the country, that list seems to grow.

When you are moving across the country and you have just had the whirlwind joy and loss of your son's 2nd birthday, the loss of your 4 1/2 month pregnancy, your husband loses his job, and you go on your (non-refundable) planned San Diego vacation....all in one week's time....

Well, then the list seems to grow, but also become a Jeff Lewis kind of therapeutic repose.

Compacting your home into one bedroom, to live with your husband's uncle, seems momentous. 

But after going through my recent upheavals, the move from the suburbs of Northern California to the suburbs of Ft. Lauderdale, seem to be, at least to me, a piece of cake.  

Crumb cake would be more applicable and truthful -  as there are clear space saver bags laying all over in various stages, boxes starting to fill, and a list of what seems at least half a marathon long to check off (minus the bags of Goodwill we have thrown out - who KNEW we were hoarding so much crap!!!).  

The organizing, categorizing and being in control of what you can be in control of, has a way of distracting from all the chaos in your mind's environment.

As irritable and crabby as I get sometimes with the crumbs of details falling through the cracks, I guess it's life's way of reminding me that I can never be fully in control of my life.

I come back to the details and check them off my list eventually, and as I look around, my next chapter is coming together.