The BIG Move (Part I)

I remember an old episode of The Oprah Winfrey Show where the cast of Friends was on and Jennifer Aniston talked about the taping of the final episodes of the final season. She was beyond sentimental while she paid her respects to the last green salad of Tuesdays taping or something like that. I'm exactly the same with everything in my life that ends. I remember obsessively listening to the song Fields of Gold by Eva Cassidy right before leaving UCU for UCLA ("I swear that in the days still left / We will walk in fields of gold"). I have a sign on our fridge where I count down the days till the BIG move (we are now at 15). I am very aware of the fact that as of tomorrow, my life will never be the same again.

It hasn't been much fun to be in our apartment ever since we packed everything up and it has been stripped of anything that makes it homey. I feel like a woman who is going through a bad break-up, where first you feel sad about not having that man in your life anymore until one day you find yourself maddened at the though of him. That's where I'm at - I finally hate my apartment. The big deal about tomorrow, however, is that the cats will be moved to Almelo, which means that I will be all alone here for 2 weeks, or at least while Jochem is at work. And it's as if they know.

We have British shorthairs, and this breed is famous for more than their pretty looks: they don't like to be handled. Manchego has always been a freak of nature who actually loves to be handled, but Bicho is another story. He doesn't like to be touched. If we're lucky, he'll come into bed with us in the morning, right before we are supposed to get up. True, when he finally arrives he does sit on you, which makes it hard to breathe, but Manchego usually stays in bed with us all night. But yesterday Bicho came to bed when we went to bed - it was epic. And tonight, while I was watching TV home alone, he scrawled into my sweatshirt (!) and stayed for a while. Eek!

Maybe I am not seeing things straight and need to go to bed. I am awfully tired, quite hungry, and my back hurts. It seemed like something worth writing about when I thought of it... But anyway - time to rest. Big day tomorrow.