Letting Go of Perfect

Everyone said, "It's new construction, you never know what will come up.  You might not be able to move in by August 15th".  Well, in July, that didn't seem so bad. I got an awesome place!  I could wait if I had to, but I wouldn't have to...would I?  Well, it is now August 25th.  Ten days have passed since August 15th, MOVE IN day and I am not moved in. Okay, it's an imperfect move.  No big deal though, right?  I am only starting back to work TOMORROW and Jack is only transitioning to a NEW Daycare and Preschool also TOMORROW, but no big deal.  Well, of course it is a big deal.  I hadn't planned on being a vagabond living out of my car for a week all the while trying to keep things "normal" for my 4 year old who doesn't always deal well with change (he gets this from me). So here we are on the eve of "Back to School" living out of suitcases at an Inn, a nice Inn, but an Inn.  We arrived today at the Inn around 1pm.  We chec...

August 15th is 4 days away.  August 15th has taken forever to get here, but has also come so fast.  August 15th is the date I've been waiting in anticipation for all summer.  August 15th is the date that the rest of my life begins. On August 15th, 14 Margaret Street will no longer be my home address and while it's been my address for over 10 years, I can't say it's felt like "home" that whole time.  The other day, a friend of mine asked me if I was kind of sad getting ready to move out of my house.  I stood there in the kitchen of 14 Margaret and pondered this.  Am I sad?  I should be kind of sad, right?  So..let me try to be sad.  Truth be told, I'm not sad.  I tried hard to shed just one little tear for 14 Margaret, but I couldn't and that's a lot coming from a girl who is never at a loss for watery eyes at the slightest touch of nostalgia.  But no, there were no tears 2 days ago and I don't think there will be an...