Packing is for the Birds

I am beat, tired, sore, sweaty and overwhelmed. One would think that after about a million moves, that I would have this down to a science. Um, no. I am very guilty of holding on to things and not wanting to get rid of them. This has become a running joke among friends and my mom.

To date, I have thrown away I don’t know how much stuff as well as left a very large pile of items to be donated and I still have some stuff to pack. Luckily the kitchen is done. That is my biggest challenge with every move. I love to cook and with that love comes a lot of pots, pans, utensils and spices. A huge thank you to Bird who helped me tackle this Saturday. Sister, you are the best thing since sliced bread. Thanks for unpacking that mess two and a half years ago and thank you for packing it back up this past weekend. I would still be staring at it probably debating on chucking it instead of taking it with me.

As usual, mom has given me tips, pointers, mild suggestions and full on insults when it comes to all of my stuff, my cleaning ability and Wook’s litter box. I can safely say I did not get the neat gene from her. I am a disaster when it comes to keeping my place put together.

I also got some help in the muscle department when it came to getting rid of stuff via the dumpster. I don’t think I would have been able to toss what I did if it hadn’t been for some extra hands. I will try my best not to accumulate so much next time. I said try. . .

Two and a half years ago I had to face a reality that I didn’t much care for, it was a bitter pill to swallow. While I did grow up here, home is Nashville and I hope that my friends and family here understand that this feeling isn’t about them. I found myself in Nashville, I grew up there, created a family of friends and could be myself. It’s where I learned to live on my own.

I looked at other cities when looking for a new opportunity, but I always came back to Nashville. I am a city girl at heart and Nashville gives me a taste of the city but always lets me be a couple hours away from the parental unit. Hopefully this go around they will visit. Mom prefers the beach, dad prefers the mountains and Nashville has neither. As I have repeated often to them, at least I didn’t pick up and move to DC or NYC or Baltimore. See this could have been much worse, well at least for them!

I feel like I am coming out of a long term funk, one that was temporarily raised during my time with Chandler. He knew better than I did at the time that this wasn’t home to me and that my happiness was in a city that by all accounts, he strongly disliked.

As I have told the Queen, I am going to make an effort to do more this time. I am going to be thankful every day to be home. I am also going to take advantage of my really long list of restaurants that I want to hit.

But first I have a bit more packing to do, two more sleeps here and then the Wookster and I are heading home. Bless my cat for having to endure the back and forth. I am quite the lucky girl to be heading back there and have a great group of friends that are ready to help me unpack and probably tease me for having so much stuff.

Where The Streets Are Paved With Gold

Chandler used to say this all the time about Nashville and my love for the city. Well, I am happy to finally say, I AM GOING HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

After two and half years back in Chattanooga, I am finally relocating back to my home. I can’t stop smiling, laughing and pinching myself because this just seems all to good to be true. The streets aren’t really paved in gold but it has almost everything that I love there.

Now I am up to my armpits in organizing, packing, purging and trying to remember everything that I need to get done, all in a very short amount of time. Poor Bird gets the honor of helping me pack up my kitchen, bless her, she had to unpack it (with the help of my mom) when I moved back.

Wookie is excited to be heading back home but I don’t think he has figured out the whole, “we have to be in a car for a couple of hours” part. The Queen, Cherry, Debbie Do, Shy and many others have been put on notification that I will bribe them with food and drinks to help me unpack. Plus a little pool time might help as well. . .

I am so excited at this new opportunity and the chance to live in Nashville again. I can’t wait to get back into my routine, hit up the farmer’s market, hang out with friends, walk around Radnor and get reacquainted with Nashville.

I love and will miss all of my friends and family back here but my heart belongs to Nashville and this girl has a lot of stumbling through life there.

WOOT!