On August 28th, a truck will come and take all of my stuff away, to go to California. It seems unreal, somehow, that it will happen quite so soon. But the date is approaching at a rapid pace.
I'm in my standard "moving is chaos" challenging place. I get restless, have insomnia, and indigestion, among other things. It's stressful to move, and it's hard for me to feel grounded and at peace with all of it going on, even though it's all really under control.
For me, this emotional state is familiar, having moved so much in the last few years.