I spent all week sorting and packing; deciding what was essential enough to earn a bit of the valuable space available. What clothing I just had to have, what was really not important or needed. Let's see, I'm moving to Florida, it's summer, so I think the heavy winter coat can stay.
Shorts, lot's of shorts and tee shirts, tank tops, etc... And since I'll be job hunting, suits, ties, dress shirts, fancy socks, and dress shoes.
Well, after a week of this, I finally have everything I need ( except of course for the really really important thing which I'm sure I've overlooked). It's all packed into my car, my bicycle is on the rack on the back (sounds like Dr Seuss) and I'm pretty much ready to roll.
I'm sure there is going to be some really imortant something or other that I have managed to overlook and will really need shortly after I get there. Murphy's Law and all that.
I am planning on leaving out in the morning. This is where it comes to the hard part; actually saying goodbye to the person who has been so important a part of my life for 7 years. I really hate goodbyes. But, it's what she wants.
Frankly, there are no decent jobs around here and if I want to find something that I can do, bad back and all, I'll have to be where the jobs are.
Well, anyway, like I said, I'm pretty much ready to roll in the morning.
Except for that one damn thing I'm sure I've overlooked.