I find myself suspiciously calm. Maybe it’s because I’m looking forward to this move. Maybe it’s because I’m excited about this next phase of our lives. Maybe it’s because I feel no loss in leaving here. Or that hubby is doing all the stuff on the honey-do list. Don’t care. In the middle of what should be stressful, I’m calm. I’m okay. I’m at peace with myself.

(of course this may only last for a few weeks, but hey, you gotta take it when you can get it!)