Full Steam Ahead

I’ve got to start practicing southern. So I’ll start by saying…

Y’all, I am STRESSED. Hopefully I used that correctly. I’m stressed in a wonderful way, but it’s still stress.

You don’t even want to see my moving to-do list, or you might join me over here in the corner, crying, rocking back and forth muttering about packing tape.

But it’s good. I know (logically) that it will all get done. That in a brief few weeks, I’ll be kicking back with a glass of sweet tea, with a shotgun by my side, saying things like “y’all ain’t from around here, are ya?”.. (wait, y’all don’t do that?)

So, an awesome blogging friend , Kristen suggesting that I start taking pictures of things I will miss. To help me soak in my time left in Maine. So I am. And I’ll compile them all at the end. The end of this chapter of time.

I had this training today on basically how it’s OKAY to take care of yourself (the presenter was from North Carolina, kismet, no?). So if I need to eat a pint of ice cream every night for dinner from now until June 30th, that’s okay right?

(Someone say yes).

My thoughts are scattered, my brain is running a hundred miles a hour.

I mean, I don’t know what to think when something we have worked SO hard for, actually comes to fruition.

Isn’t it funny? We get what we want and then we freak the heck out.

Ah, human beings. We’re an odd bunch!

But hey, thanks for listening.