It’s happening. In 3 weeks.
It’s been a long time coming (months of discussing it and a general plan), but it all has come together in the last 48 hours.
We have a date for the movers to come pack up my things. We have a date for my car to be dropped off and shipped up. And we have a one-way ticket to Fairbanks.
I’m scared. Not of the living in Alaska thing, but of the move. See, I’ve never really MOVED before. When I went to college, I packed my car with big Ikea bags filled with my clothes and drove 30 minutes to school. On Sundays if I wanted something, I’d drive home to get it. So now I look around my room and I can’t imagine packing everything (well almost everything) into boxes and shipping them thousands of miles north. Everyone says “It’s a good time to get rid of things,” but the pack horse in me says “No I don’t know what I’m going to need in Alaska, so bring it all!” Q was not thrilled with that response. So now I’m sorting and making piles and giving away things and am telling myself I don’t need 10 pairs of wedges, especially when it turns -30 out. I’m also contemplating how to bring my beta fish up to Fairbanks, they don’t allow fish on planes right?
And with all this packing business, I am now making plans to say goodbye (for now) to all my friends in LA, since this is my last weekend here! Q and I have a wedding next weekend and the weekend after I’m visiting family in Hawaii. So this is it. My last girls night dinner for a while is on Friday. Sad, but exciting. Q of course is over the moon to FINALLY have me up there to share an apartment with (oh and our whole lives too). I’m nervous about planning a wedding thousands of miles away, but I guess that is what pinterest and a wedding planner are for!
So Los Angeles, this is it. Three more weeks until the new chapter begins. Fairbanks, I’m so excited for what you have in store for me. Quincy, it’s all happening and I couldn’t be more excited!Pin It