I woke up early this morning, probably because I started packing last night and now I'm on an anxious role. I've decided to do a little at a time, starting with the stuff that I know we won't need to use...but I'm an all or nothin' kind of girl and so it's hard for me not to just pack the entire house. I suppose V. and I could pack everything and then pretend that we're camping for an entire month. Maybe there would even be room to set the tent up in the middle of the living room. But no--I'll try not to dismantle our lives here completely for at least a couple more weeks. In the meantime, I think it would be best if I spent my days in the studio--painting.
I'm going to miss my studio more than anything. I'll miss the quiet lakes and the woods too--but my studio, for the past three years, has been my sanctuary. It is a world away and is one place I'll hate to pack up.
*note to self: write more about the studio.