Shock and Awe

Yesterday was my first day without my peas. I was supposed to be getting a jump on packing, but I was feeling mopey. I walked around the house sort of fingering items wondering, "Should I bring this? Do I need this? Do I even like this? Why didn't this make it into the garage sale?" I didn't get showered until late, and when I got out, the phone was ringing. I answered the phone, and it was my SP. At the same time, I looked out the window at this:

I ran downstairs to get my camera. The whole time, my SP was saying, "Why don't you put the phone down and get in the basement? Honey, do you think you should take cover?" I told him first I needed a picture. Then, I needed to get on some undies. Seriously. I had just got out of the shower and was only in my shortie robe. If something had happened, I was not gonna be found in only a shortie robe and no undies! About the time I got my camera, the funnel cloud had disappeared. Our town was spared. But it was one of the coolest things I've ever personally witnessed.

After the SP got home, we actually kicked into action. We cleared all the furniture out of the guest bedroom, and we are moving everything into it that we want to take. We don't really understand our weight restrictions, so we're just piling up the things we know we need: sheets, towels, lamps, Christmas decor, games... While we were packing (or organizing, I guess), I took the time to look out the window and this time I saw something really shocking. Our 'For Rent' sign. I didn't know they were coming to put it up. The SP had failed to inform me. I shouldn't have been shocked, but I was.

That pit in my stomach? It comes and goes. I'm coming to terms with the fact that this will be one heck of an emotional roller coaster. I hope at the end? We are thrilled we went for the ride.