Waiting

I am in a waiting period.  Feels like a fallow time where everything is resting - getting ready for something big to happen.  I can feel the change in my bones but it’s not yet.   Alan is already out of state working in his new position.  I have been left here to get the house ready for sale.  I am in the process of staging it, making it look as though there is plenty of room of everything, except my craft room.  That is my “catch all” room and how I am going to “stage” it is still a mystery for me.  I don’t want to pack it because there are some projects that I want to continue and maybe finish before we move.  I know that I will virtually be “house bound” once the showings start as I need to be here to capture the puppies and get them out of the house before anyone shows up. 

It has been ten days since Alan left and I am not a happy camper being alone.  Even though we email, telephone and Skype, it is not the same as being in the same house at the same time.  I have had to take over some of his duties like taking out the garbage, etc.  As time goes on, I am finding other things that need to be done.  I know that eventually we will be together again because he left his “toys.” 

I think I have learned to sleep alone again.  The “noises” of the house no longer wake me up and I love having the whole bed to sprawl around.  Not as much fun as sharing a bed but it has its perks.

Deciding what to pack and what not to pack is a challenge.  I have decided that the kitchen is closed for the duration.  No major cooking or baking until we are settled into the new house.  I am also having to empty the freezer and eating up what is in there.  So far, it has claimed some interesting combinations. 

Today’s project is to pack up the “bottoms” of the closets, pantry and hall closets.  Then when they are opened up, and the floors are cleared, it gives the impression that there is a lot of open space.  Also, getting some extra bedding packed up and into the storage unit so that it is out of the way and vision of perspective buyers. 

Doesn’t this sound like a fun life?  I know, fallow!