Questionably Fabulous

Today is Wednesday, January 6th and it has been too long since I’ve poured my heart out over the key board and kept up with this blog.  It was once my dream to have this be my career – writing, making people laugh etc.  And perhaps it someday will be, but for now I just want it for me.  I’m going back to the reason I started to write, to chronicle my life with humor and to help me find my own inner fabulous.  And I’ve got some stuff to get off my chest J

Recently my life has been working out.  What a confession, right?  I don’t mean for that to sound as weird as it came out.  It’s just that in some strange way I’ve been in a bit of a protest about it.  I never thought I’d have the man of my dreams and be on my way to London.  I always wanted to live an amazing adventure, I just never thought enough of myself to actually think that I’d get it.  I didn’t think I deserved it and now… I just am so terrified that it won’t actually work out. 

So, because of that, I’ve been neglecting my writing and my body.  I’ve plumped up nice and round and have gotten as lazy as possible.  It’s as if I have talked myself into sabotaging it all just so I can be proven right.  What a disaster!

First I had convinced myself that my Visa wasn’t going to come through and Bryan would jet off to London without me.  Then I had this fantasy that I wouldn’t get a Work Visa and I’d just mooch off Bryan till he was good and sick of me, resenting my neediness and then leave me.  Ok, so even with a Work Visa that could happen but I’m trying not to “go there”.  In any event, the current worry is that all of the stuff we’ve decided to put into Long Term Storage gets delivered to us in London and all the stuff we’ve decided to take to London ends up in Long Term Storage.  Oh, yea, and I am also terrified that the stuff we want to Air Ship over is too heavy or doesn’t fit into the box and they only send some of it, and it’s the some of it that I could have lived without if I had to.  Yea haw, I sure can worry! 

In an effort to prevent that from happening I’ve spent the last week separating the entire house into piles.  We aren’t allowed to pack our own boxes because the company is insuring it all during freight and storage so they have to make sure it’s packed and preserved correctly.  I thought, great!  I’ll have some “slaves” to boss around and get to bark orders “THAT!  OVER THERE!” etc.  But it turns out that having to wait until one day to have others do it all for you is kinda a Control Freak’s version of Hell.  Blek. 

It’s been a rough week preparing for the movers’ arrival.  And thanks to some amazing friends, I’ve managed to basically keep it together.  Basically. Ok, not really at all but it’s been progress compared to how poorly I’ve behaved in the past! 

Anyway, I’ve been creating piles and separating things into rooms and closets etc.  Air Shipment, Sea Freight, Long Term Storage…  Color coding sticky notes on everything, cross referencing everything on a spreadsheet by room and by action.  It’s an OCD nightmare and utopia all in one!  But of course, it wasn’t done until 3 am last night!  Or should I say this morning?  And perhaps add in that I was in bed by 11 and it was the dreamy hubby that slaved that late? And also I might add that I later learned that he was done packing by midnight but was up tinkering in the garage with his toys…  I digress…

So, around 3 am Bryan and I fell were asleep in the most comfortable hotel beds (thank you Embassy Suites) and slept nice and sound.  Since our beds and linens etc were already washed and ready to be packed up, it’s hotel livin’ till Sunday when we leave for LA.  Then, this morning I got up super early (for me, it was 6:30 am, which I realize is pretty standard for most people on a Wednesday) and kissed Bryan goodbye as he went to his second to last day of work.  Then I rushed over to the house to do a walk through with my Director Team Members, who in reality are just three great people in my life who’ve volunteered to help direct the movers on which things go where. 

In true Questionably Fabulous form, at 8 am I was frantically rushing around the house gathering up last minute things that we’d neglected, or not seen or not paid attention to or not thought about till faced with the idea that 4 random strong men would be packing it all up in less than 30 minutes.  We all walked through the house and each of my ladies would find a little something without a sticky note and then I’d label it.  Did I also mention that one of my ah-mah-zing friends decided to bring me coffee and breakfast?  Yum!  Love me some last minute calories! 

That was right about the time when my phone rang and Bryan told me that the movers had just called and had made a mistake and weren’t coming until tomorrow.  Um, what?  All of the separating of clothing and shoes, all of the tears shed over articles of my wardrobe because I won’t seen them for a while… All of it was done too early?  Ah!  How frustrating! 

I am trying to look at the bright side.  I get a day to relax, a day to enjoy San Luis Obispo for a full final day without a To Do List.  A day to soak up the sunshine and warm weather despite the fact that it is January.  It’s over 70 degrees here today.  Today, January 6^th.  It’s over 70 degrees.  Did I mention that I’m moving to England and a new friend there told me it just snowed there?  Nice and warm!  No problem making the change.  No problem at all!  How ever will I survive?  Can you say new cozy sweaters????

I will end this post with the confession that even with all this preparation I don’t feel like it is REAL quite yet.  I think seeing an empty house will solidify the truth that is my next big adventure.  Bryan thinks it will be when we waddle into the airport with all 6 bags to check and one way tickets.  Or maybe it will be when I wake up on my 30^th birthday in London.  Or maybe it will never sink in and for once in my life I’ll just live moment to moment…

HA!  Who am I kidding?  Living moment to moment…  That wouldn’t be Questionably Fabulous at all.  That’d just be fabulous.