Getting along

Well, I'm almost there.

Actually, that's patently untrue.  I am not ready.  Or at least, I don't feel ready.  It's one of those Willy Wonka moments; so much to do, so little time (so of course, I'm writing a blog post.  Duh...)  I have a list on the wall in my apartment right now, of all the things I need to to to be ready.  It's complicated by the fact that I'm also packing up my entire life and putting it into storage, so there's a lot of sorting and making piles, of things to go to other (better) homes, and things that belog to other people, and things that I would like to keep.  I am packing everything into plastic bins.  I'm not a fan of cardboard.  The problem I've been running into is the lack of ease in keeping the weight down when packing.  It seems that I only have so many light, bulky, squashy things.

In any case, I've asked people to help me move things on Friday morning, so I suppose I'd best be ready by then.  I think the packing will be finished, or at least I hope it will be, and then all I have to do is clean.  There's a lot of that, too, but it seems less daunting than the packing part.  Somehow.  For whatever reason.  I'm not going to question it, I don't think.  It's just easier that way.  And maybe I can convince people to help me with that part, too.  You never know.

I'm probably not going to get a lot of sleep between here and Dublin.  Just a guess. 

I'm very much experiencing zugunruhe.  (I love that word.  So... concise.  It's German, and generally used for behavior in migratory birds, but applies here, too.  It means "unrest before a journey" which pretty much sums up my life.  I'm restless, and a little bit unable to settle to any given task.  It's not ADHD bad, yet, but it means I'm awake late, and then awake early, too)

Oh, what's this? More bloggery?

It comes to mind that since I'm not using the livejournal, I should have some way of keeping track of travels, trials, and tribulations not involving knitting. It would be a thought, right?  So, here follows the account of getting me, and maybe an Oggie, around the world, and perhaps even home (in time for supper, of course)