In less than a week, Joe and I will be heading south to Los Angeles. We'll be staying with a friend of ours for a little while. I'll come back up here earlier than Joe to finish packing and getting everything hauled out of here. The fifteenth is the last day we have our current apartment.

And this, my friends, makes me nervous.

There's so much to DO before then. Which is why I'm sitting here at the computer instead of packing? Heh. I don't know what I'm thinking, other than I just don't know WHERE TO START. We don't have any smaller boxes anymore, and we can't pack the books in the big boxes (too heavy). I feel really inexperienced with all this packing crap. Like I just have no idea what I'm doing. I think my projects for tonight will include going through my desk and trashing any nonessential items, then packing the rest of the files in the legal boxes I bought. I also need to do as much laundry as possible, because I'm horrifyingly behind with that. I'll put my journals and photos in the plastic bin I have, and maybe get rid of some other things in the bin that I no longer need. I don't know what the timing should be on when to pack kitchen stuff, the t.v. sets, or the computers. I mean, we use that stuff daily. What to do? Kitchen stuff we could get away with packing soon, I think. Waiting on the t.v.s and computer equipment means I'd have to load heavy stuff into storage by myself, which I guess I could do, but if we pack it soon, then we're without entertainment for several days before we move. And I mean, come on... Joe Shmoe Show!

Anyway, there's a lot to think about and right now I'm using the absence of Joe (still at work) as an excuse not to pack. I keep telling myself I need his input in order to figure this all out, even though that's not exactly true. We've got a lot of work cut out for us this weekend, that's for sure. But that's okay, because I know we'll get a lot done. Joe and I both work well under pressure; when push comes to shove, everything just somehow gets done.

Wow, moving is so weird. Getting all our stuff ready to move is nerve-wracking in and of itself. Then we've got to deal with apartment hunting, moving our stuff down to L.A. bit by bit, and getting settled in.

Aside from that, I'll be starting at a new school with new classes and new people. I'm excited we'll be closer to friends of ours, but at the same time, I don't have any girlfriends down there. I'll really miss all my friends up here. I'll miss my petsitting clients, too, and of course, Loki.

Sometimes thinking about all of this makes me a bundle of nerves. Then, I pack a box and feel a bit more relaxed, like I've accomplished something. It's one more thing to check off of a very long list. And now, since I'm feeling that edginess and anxiety creep in again, I know it's time to get moving, to get something done. Then something else and something else, until it's all done and I'm sitting in a new living room in Los Angeles writing, "I can't believe we're finally here!"

It may be nerve-wracking, but it's kind of exciting, too. I better go pack.