Post move thinky thoughts

Well hello again, you beautiful internet wonders!

I know most of you have been eagerly  checking for a weight loss update and, I promise I will get back to those, but, recently, the event weighing most heavily on my mind (see what I did there?) has been this little move from Texas to Colorado.

Tim flew out to Texas and helped me pack stuff into boxes, boxes into truck, drive truck across Kansas. I honestly don't know that I would have been able to do that without his help. 

He and I are such opposites.  He was calm while I panicked.  He was logical, sense-making, and forward moving while I ran around my half-packed, unorganized, chaotic apartment in my underwear moving piles from one corner to another.  I can't tell you how many times he had to say, in his calmest and least exasperated voice "well... we're going to get it done either way, so stop freaking out."

His only request was that he not be forced to attend my going away party because he doesn't "do the crying thing well." I did not force him to attend the going away party.  He was spared the true horror of my ugly cry.

The same cannot be said for my Texas Framily. Because I DEFINITELY cried.  It was kind of inevitable and it was AB-SO-LUTELY the ugly cry.  The hiccup-y sobbing, scrunchy faced, red-swollen-peepers kind of cry.

I tried SO hard to hold it together, then Josh gave a toast and fuckered the whole plan up.

Mark Goode (father to some of my most very favorite people, excellent photographer, and general all around great guy) captured the moment perfectly in the image I'll post below because, despite my sadness, it was a beautiful moment.  AAAAAND, maybe also to prove I'm not afraid of my ugly cry.

I sent the picture to my mother who, as always, knew exactly what to say: "I'm so sorry your heart is breaking, but how lucky you are to have that kind of love". 

I am lucky beyond words and blessed beyond measure to have found my Texas Framily in the wilds of the interwebs.  They are truly brothers, sisters, nieces and nephews to me.  They are some of the great loves of my life, a huge part of my soul and I know that, despite these renewed miles, they will be there missing and loving me as much as I miss and love them. 

Which, incidentally, is a whole GD lot.  One might even say a metric shit-ton.

I'm going to endeavor to blog more now that I'm settled, but, for now that's all I got.

I love you guys.

~ Mamy ~