Yes there must be, because I am stuck in this weird place where time is dragging on soooo slowly and yet it is flying by at the same time! It’s dragging because as usual I’m counting the days until I get to see Dave again (March 28th), and flying by because now there are LESS THAN TWO MONTHS until I move to New Orleans.
OMFG! Less than two months!
My rapidly approaching moving date is definitely starting to mess with my mind. I’m not second-guessing my decision at all, but of course every so often these thoughts will pop into my head that make me stop and think. Is this a huge mistake? I’m about to give up my family, my friends, my job (maybe), and my home. What if I get down there and I hate it? What if things don’t work out with Dave? What if his son ends up being a huge brat? What if his ex ends up being a huge bitch and tries to make my life miserable?
These are the things you have to think about when you’re making such a huge, life-altering change, but in reality, I don’t think any of that will happen. I don’t think I’ll hate New Orleans (except for the hot-as-balls summer), I’m as sure about my future with Dave as I can possibly be, and his son is such a little cutie-pie. His ex is the only unknown factor as far as my life down there is concerned, but there’s nothing I can do to control that so there’s no point in letting it stress me out.
The good part is that NY is only a three-hour flight from New Orleans, and it’s a pretty cheap flight, so if I get homesick it’s easy enough for me to come home for a visit. And like my mom said, “If it doesn’t work out, you can always come home.”
I haven’t done most of the things I wanted to do before moving, namely filing for divorce! Haven’t even started the process at all, ughhh. I’ve been waiting for my ex to give me money for the lawyer. That should happen at the beginning of April. If he doesn’t have it for me by then, I will just pay for it myself.
I was on the phone with him the other day, yelling and then crying because I am so frustrated about the lack of progress we’ve made as far as the divorce and everything related to splitting the properties and paying people back. He promised that before I move he will have the major stuff taken care of. I believe him, but I’ll just have to wait and see.
My time between now and moving day will be spent hanging out with friends and family. I’ve been forcing myself to go to happy hours with my friends even though I haven’t been in the mood, because as they keep saying, “When you’re down there and you’re all alone you’re going to regret that you didn’t hang out with us!” Lol. It’s not that I don’t want to go out, but I’m trying to diet for this wedding I’m going to with Dave next week, and every time I go out on a Friday it ends up derailing my diet for the next two days. But my time with my friends is indeed limited, and I can always diet once I’m living down there.
The next big thing on my horizon is telling my job that I’m moving. I’m going to do that when I get back from New Orleans. I get butterflies even thinking about it! I’m praying they’ll let me stay working for them when I move. Even if it’s only for a year. It would make my life soooo much easier if I was able to go down there without having to worry about a job. But if not, oh well, nothing I can do about it.
So yeah, stay tuned to see how that goes!