Wednesday, April 28, 2010
I walk through my house with an awareness that, as things disappear from every corner, it feels less and less like my home. I am nursing a small but growing anxious feeling about getting everything done that is necessary to extricate us from five decades of life in America - unsubscribing, canceling, returning, liquidating, ending. I feel pressed to apply for a new credit card with no foreign transaction fees because soon, we won't have an income (or a US address). I should make sure my university transcripts have my current name on them in case I have to submit them in Israel for verification. I need to move money from certain accounts into others. And a hundred other niggling tasks like that. Anxious that I won't get it all done and anxious that I'll completely forget to do something major.
Every time I open a drawer or a cabinet, I see more stuff I have to sell off. Not to mention trying to figure out how to sell things we still need for another 65 days or so.
I've been in transition-mode for so long, and my mind is racing so fast over 10,000 details, that I'm feelin woozy.
Posted by Rivkah Lambert Adler at 11:14 PM