I'm packing

I'm packing.

No, we are not moving. Yet.

No, we don't really know *when* we're moving.

And we're not sure *where* we're moving.

But something has gotten into me.

For years now, dh and I have been going back and forth about whether to move or just fix up this house. We always say "move" and then a week later something will happen and we will change our minds and be thankful we are staying put. ("We" meaning "me" most of the time. Often, dh just wants me to be happy and he would be happy here, happy there, happy anywhere, as long as it was where *I* wanted to be). As of a few months ago, we had this "five year plan" where we were going to fix up the house and continue to save for something bigger. We (most likely meaning me again) always felt sort of wishy washy about it all. "What do you want to do?" I'd ask dh. "I don't know, what do YOU want to do?" he'd say back to me. Mr. and Mrs. Indecision.

But now, all of a sudden, something has changed. Something's spurring me on from inside. It's like a compulsion to pack. I *must* pack. I am giddy with joy when I find another empty box to put things in. Right now I'm packing our books by category (I could hardly lift "Catholicism" LOL). This may take awhile. ;-)

I feel like Noah building the ark. I'm not sure what I'm doing or why, but when it happens, I'll be ready!

Whatever "it" is.