So what does that mean, practically speaking? I excel at making lists when it comes to moving, so here goes:
- Walnut will have a very long, torturous car ride, then two other firmly established family cats to deal with. Fenxi, the older cat, already has issues with our younger cat, Gummy (Fenxi's kindergarten report card would have the dreaded unsatisfactory "U" under the "getting along with others" category), so Walnut, who is larger than either of them, will be an interesting wrench in the mix.
- I can finally meet some of the other sewists who live in NorCal! I'm excited for potential meet-ups with Sew Weekly or VPLL 1912 Project people. That said, who wants to be my sewing buddy while I'm up here for the summer? I can promise lots of awkward interactions sprinkled with way too many comments about cats! Wow, I really know how to sell myself, don't I?
- I can make my mom help me with sewing something other than dresses. She claims to not remember anything, but I'm pretty sure that's a lie.
- I'm excited to hang out with my family again. I've been far from home for so much of the last ten years, so it'll be nice (I hope) to be around them again on a daily basis.
- I will live a block away from Elaine again! We used to run over to each others' houses all the time in high school, and now we are doing it again a decade and half later...gaaah, we're old! Speaking of getting old, two of my former students (from the first chemistry class I ever taught) just got engaged to each other this month...part of me is so happy for them, part of me wants to grab them by the shoulders and shake them and demand "HOW ARE YOU EVEN OLD ENOUGH?! WEREN'T YOU 15 JUST THE OTHER DAY?" Umm, anyway, Elaine and I are planning all sorts of dress-up parties, because goodness knows, there aren't enough days in the year for dressing up. We're already planning a pirate party and a Downton Abbey party. Who wants to come? I promise, Elaine is much better at social interaction than I am.
- I am going to be separated from my stash for over two months. My mom has her machine, and I'll probably bring some fabric and patterns with me, but it'll be different. I know the vagaries and idiosyncrasies of my own machine (should I name it?), and of course I'll miss Cecily and all her help.
- I'm sure there are other things, but that's what comes to mind for now. I'm sure I'll have more thoughts as the time draws nearer.
|Oooh, what's this? Can I help?|
|I like this new crinkly cat bed. I accept your humble offering.|