Reality

I must have spent the past several weeks in a haze. All of a sudden, it has come to my attention that I really am moving. Not in some distant future. In two days. On Friday I will pack everything I own into a U-Haul and make my way north and west to the great city of Memphis. I still have so much to do. I've known for weeks that I would be leaving soon, but soon was never two days from now. Soon isn't tomorrow until it is.

Panic.

I just tried imagining what my first day at my new job will be like. Learning an entirely new system, forging new relationships, reinventing my career persona. It seems taxing. But when I look at it through brand new eyes, it seem exciting and fresh, just like the bamboo floors in my new apartment. Still, until I am actually there on Memphis soil, the move seems daunting and dangerous.

And the Boss! My daily worry is that he will break into a million pieces without me there doing all the things that keep him together. Obviously he's a grown person who will have another assistant to help with all the little things, but my brain hasn't grasped such a rational concept yet. Note to self: I have a phone and an email address. If he really needs to know the where or how of something, I can get that information to him in the blink of an eye.

Jitters.

If only my brain would slow down for a moment. I am so looking forward to the week between my old job and the new one. A week to get settled into my new place. A week to discover all the places I will need to know. A week to shed the worries and step into a new life. And a week to update my profiles on Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn and of course Paralegalese.