Done and Done

Moved. 

What an experience. From the purging to the painting, the friends who offered their help and support and those that actually did, it's been an experience.

I know so much more now than I did before.

We have more space. The cats feel more relaxed. There is a home office, an actual delineation of space that allows us to work and live in the same space without stepping on each other.

I have my spirit back. 

I don't where it went, nor how it knew how to find me again. I know that things feel better. 

That's all I have for now. Still reeling from the amount of energy expended during this past weekend. 

So incredible happy with the new space. So incredibly happy with the way things are going. 

So incredible, this life. 

Generally Speaking, Things are Okay

Still packing, sorting, discarding, donating, and giving away things that have been in our home for years. While I find it difficult, I realize that it's better to move with less things, especially those things that are no longer needed.

Insert your own witty comparison between things and people here because I am too tired.

Seriously. I am exhausted. I am waking up in the middle of the night, unable to get back to sleep until the sky starts to lighten with the dawn. By then, it's time to get up and I'm angry at not being able to sleep.

I hate the packing part of moving. Everything is out of place, I can't find anything because I've already packed it, and tempers are short. The cats are being asshats because they know something is up but don't understand they aren't being left behind. Being rescue cats, their stress stems from being left by previous owners and no amount of time with us will change that. We try and calm them down and tell them they are coming with us but who knows what cats actually understand?

Work is super busy and I'm juggling multiple projects along with everything else. I feel like I'm being stretched far too thin but I refuse to give up spending time with people outside of the apartment. I understand we have tons left to do, but sometimes you just need a fucking break from taping and packing and labeling and shouting.

So glad we hired movers.

The Power of Cats

Last night, I woke up in the middle of the night with a severe panic attack. I felt my throat close, I couldn't catch my breath, and in the darkness I saw stars. I was just about to go into a full-on thrash when my cat rubbed against me.

She'd been sleeping soundly, curled up right next to me. In the moment I didn't think it was odd but looking back, she almost always sleeps on the radiator next to the bed and not actually on the bed. Except for last night.

She stretched out and placed her delicate paw on my arm, pulling it closer to her. In my surprise, I reached down and ruffled her fur and she snuggled closer. I felt her warmth and was comforted by it and soon calmed down. 

I lay there, listening to my husband breathe and feeling our other cat shift in his sleep at my feet. I lay there with her snuggled up against me with her tiny paws gently touching my face as if to reassure herself that I was okay. I fell back asleep with her in my arms.

I just wanted to share that moment with you. I have never felt more loved than I did last night surrounded by those whom I cherish.