pressure's gonna drop on you

We're leaving in two weeks. No time to blog or sit or not be doing a dozen things at once. We're hunting down songs for the playlists (I'm taking recommendations for songs that get you on the dance floor every time. And how come no one has the Muppets song "Sombody's Getting Married"?), packing up stuff to move to the Halfway House, running an endless array of errands, and continuing to look for jobs. We're really lucky that we get to move stuff over gradually to our next place, leaving hopefully just furniture to move when we get back from the honeymoon, but it makes me a little sad to start packing already. I am going to miss our apartment so much.

I know that any place that was the first to be shared with Husband to Be would be special, but it's also just really nice digs. I love our big kitchen, the view of the sunset from our balcony, where birds flock to our feeder, providing endless entertainment for the cat, the generous amount of sunlight that pours into the living room, and the fact that both gelato and two of our closest friends are each a short walk away. Boo to leaving all that behind. I know it'll be nice in the new place to have a yard and a basement and hardwood floors and being a lot closer to the best taco place in town, but it's hard to imagine getting very attached to someplace we'll be occupying for only a month. It's just a stepping stone.

Everything is going to change so quickly, with the wedding being the first domino in a long line to fall. I guess I should just embrace being swept away into the unknown and enjoy the ride.