My move happened a day early, due to an impending snowstorm. We made it work, and on the first day of Spring, met our neighbors while shoveling snow from the driveway. So, we have a pretty cool moving story to begin the book of memories we'll create in our new home.

What won't be included in the book is my mental state for the past week. The disruption of my physical things was more upsetting than anticipated. Add in a disrupted routine -- scouting out a new route for my morning walk with the dog, not being able to locate favorite shoes or clothes, stepping over boxes in every room -- and I have been a surly person and partner. 

I KNOW the chaos is temporary, but my brain just wouldn't stop turning it over and over and over. My partner called me out on it last night, and rightfully so. I don't want to be medicated right now, and am trying natural alternatives to alleviate anxiety. More sex, more exercise, an occasional drink. I think I'm winning? 

The boxes are being emptied and removed bit by bit, I found a great walking route this morning, my guy has proved more handy around the house than I ever would have imagined, and all of our old-but-good major appliances are running like champs. 

And, having lived in a townhouse for the past 10 years, I had forgotton the victorious feeling of getting the trash to the curb seconds before the truck comes. I did that this morning. I rule.