Ah, back to Winter Garden for one of the last times as a resident. Made it in last night, after driving through torrential downpours for about 40% of the drive and normal rain for another 50% of the drive. Slowed things down a bit, and we were exhausted, but we made it, and had some good conversations along the way.
Speaking of conversations, while driving yesterday, we passed what was obviously a college-aged couple on a road trip. I looked over at them, and remembered what that was like - we thought we were so grown up! We thought we were having such mature, responsible conversations! And, for us, at that time, we were! Talking about the possible future and what it may hold; getting to know one another. Road trips are fantastic for couples, I think. Even still, I love road trips with Hans because they inspire so much more conversation than sitting at home usually does. You're captive, and entertainment is either talking or listening to the radio.
As a relationship evolves, though, so does the content of those conversations. Sure, they're still lots of light chatter - this movie or that one, who is or isn't a favorite musician, etc, but there's also a deeper vein to our conversations at this point in life. We have kids, and we have concerns about them, or our remaining Grandmothers. We worry about our parents. Our sisters. Our cousins. We talk about the future, but with a different timbre. There's slightly more certainty to the future, but, in some ways, there's less. Then there's the boring stuff that makes its way into the conversations - bills, money, health, aging - and reminds us that we're adults. It's nice, though, and I'm so fortunate to have found that one person to have these road trip conversations with.
When we got into the truck yesterday morning, we were both stressed, and more than a little snippy. Sure, we have the new house all lined up, but that was only one small part of the puzzle of moving. There is so much more that needs to be done, that has to be done before we actually move in. We have to tie up all the loose ends here in the Orlando area - school withdrawals, medical records (nothing like part of your road trip conversation being, "Honey, we need to make sure that my films from my scans are somewhere safe so they won't be damaged."), school records, work records, change of address, forwarding address, and the list goes on. Plus, we have to wait to hear from the moving company. Once we hear from them, it's more hurry up and wait for them to come out, assess what we have, schedule, pack, load and drive, all while making it fit in between Hans starting work (on July 25th) and when we can take possession of the house and start moving in (on August 1st).
Then there's the settling, unpacking, registering at the new school, etc. etc. However, that bit is the easier bit, honestly. That's the active bit. Right now is the semi-passive bit, which is hard for me. I'm a doer. I'm a list maker. I'm that person whose brain is going a million miles a second and starts going insane when I can't get started on things. There are a few things here at the house for us to do over the next couple of days, but honestly, not that much. I can clean, but I have to clean around the boxes that are packed. Almost everything has been sorted ad nauseum, so there's none of that.
So here I sit, at almost 9AM (or almost 8AM, depending on which time zone I'm paying attention to), with my brain spinning. The hamsters in my head are running double-time, those little wheels going so fast they're on fire. You can probably smell the burning hair for miles around! Hans is up now, too, so we'll plan out what we're going to accomplish today, and get a move on. I'll try not to go slowly insane....
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