That moving thing

That moving thing is getting real now. There’s boxes everywhere, and did you know there’s a ton of things that don’t fit into a box? And then of course, there’s the cats.

My cats are my biggest worry. One of my boys is unsettled for weeks when I buy a new piece of furniture. I looked up ‘how to move with cats’, and I’m going to follow all the advice, but it’s going to be challenging.

It’s going to be challenging for them, and for me. I’m not good with change. I avoid it. This event is unavoidable. I chose to move, and my new house is lovely. But it’s not home yet. It will take months to make it my home, and during those months I’ll need to remind myself that it’s normal what I’m feeling.

I’ll have panic attacks, just like I did when it was becoming clear that quitting my ‘real job’ was inevitable. My mind will try to convince me that I made a big mistake that I cannot undo. I will feel isolated, lonely, angry, scared. And so will my cats.

I just need to remind myself that it takes time to manage change. That we’ll get through it. That all those feelings are part of the process. That before we know it, the four of us will be taking naps, sunbathing in the garden, cuddling like we’ve lived there all of our lives.