34.

It's after my deadline of March 27-- is everything done?

Not by a long shot.

...ok, it's closer than that.

I still have a few boxes of stuff that I need to pack out to my Smartbox.
I still have a few boxes that I need to complete packing and then take out to my Smartbox.
I still need to nail the back of one of my reupholstered dining chairs back onto the chair.
I still need to completely reupholster the other chair.
I still need to pack the remaining movies into my dresser drawers.
I still need to pay the remaining balance on my apartment before I move in.
I still have quite a few more Wave Two items that need packed away.
I still need to register Bailey in Fort Collins.
I still need to purchase curtains and make a tablecloth.
I still need to send an email out to the parties interested in helping me move.

I put my change of address in today, effective for my move date on May 16th.

It was...weird. Adult. The weird part lies in not that I did it or that it was necessary, but that it felt familiar and comfortable and not outside of my "ready" status.

I have a call in to my insurance company for renter's insurance, and I just need to remember to call my agent back a week before the move date to start the policy.
(Note to self: I still need to actively shop around.)

I need to arrange transport of the bed from Denver to Fort Collins. (It's currently in my boyfriend's aunt's house.)

The rest...is done.

I even bought a couch, which I didn't think I was going to.
The plan was to just take over my futon and use it as a couch, and then if someone needed to crash at my apartment overnight (like they were stuck in a snowstorm or something) it would be possible as well.
I guess they still can -- I can sleep on the reclining couch and the guest can sleep in my room.
(And futons are not comfy.)

As for the reason for my obsessive plan: the wedding editing is going great.
Well, honestly, it hasn't this week.
I have had vertigo for two nights this week, been exhausted one night (I fell asleep around 8 that night), felt fuzzy in the head for another night, and then there was this one. I experienced the most frustrating day at work today -- literally, the most frustrating day so far -- and I just felt like doing nothing but my own stuff tonight.
Local meteorologists are calling for cold and snow on Sunday, so I will have my nose to the grindstone tomorrow and Sunday. (If my parents can leave me out of their stuff.) ((If I can stop my obsessive-compulsive listing of everything I have to do and trying to mentally picture how everything is going to be packed into vehicles next month.))

But, this is what I knew was going to happen, which is why 90% of my stuff is done.
I am not worried -- what is left is minor and I'm sure I can recruit help for it.

34 days between now and my move. Just over a month.
I'm excited and nervous.

Part of me is worried that Bailey will receive inadequate care and will start to become a shrinking violet.
Part of me is worried about people and situations that I am going to be farther away from.
Part of me is worried that the plan I have set for myself (preparing freezer meals twice or so a month and then eating on those for the rest of the month) isn't going to go as planned.

But the freedom of it all will outweigh the responsibility. The responsibility has become to insure the freedom. And that's what I will be doing in 34 days.