I thought it was going to be three months from now when I would not only see my love again, but I will WITH him, in his home, by his side and we will start our life together. But it might take a bit longer. I don’t want to think about it. Not even for a hobbit of a second.
There is so much to do. Sell everything I own, except for what will ft into an 8’x8’x8′ shipping container. Everything else…gone. It’s not the loss of the things I have gathered and embraced all these years…it’s the overwhelming monstrosity of the dealing-with-it-all. *sigh*