Did I mention I hate moving?

There is bicycle grease on my fingers as I type this, once again sitting at the little wooden tables at Circle Moon coffee house. I decided I need to ride my bike, which had slipped its chain and required a bit of coaxing toward working order to get me here. Tomorrow is my last day of work. I am supposed to be home tonight, packing boxes and getting ready for my yard sale tomorrow. I am seriously unmotivated to do any of it. Walking and riding through the streets of my idylic town, I am nowhere near ready to uproot myself from a place I've loved being for two whole years. Two years is the longest I've lived anywhere since college (and even then, I had to shift dorm rooms every 9 months!). It's a short amount of time, barely a blip in the lifespan, but I am so comfortable here, and so much in love with the colors of buildings, the way the sun slips down over the mountains and casts shafts of light into the bushy trees.

Now I'm waxing poetic, which tells you just how much I am procrastinating from this transition! When my cousin left this past Monday morning, it was the signal to me that life as I know it here is over. Done. This morning, my friend from work came over to pick up the couch, which she is buying from me. Last night, instead of hitting the gym like a good girl, I had a cermonial last night at home with my couch, watching "Lost," and pretending I could live here forever, that I don't have to take the pictures down off the wall.