Our family is in the throes of moving, and chaos reigns. Every time I think I might sneak out to the barn, someone needs a car to go buy more boxes or go graduate from high school or something.
Admittedly, there have been times first thing in the morning when, instead of limply sitting at the computer, I could've summoned the energy to go out for a visit. Sed deteriora sequi.
The humans are moving in three days; the horses are moving in a week and a half. And then - for the first time in five years - we will all (horses and humans) be living in the same place. Which will compensate somewhat for the fact that for the first time ever only three of us humans will be living in the same state, the others inhabiting North Carolina, Mississippi (two) and Texas.
We are returning to the house and land where we used to live and which we hung on to, despite the financial foolishness of it all, because we hoped we might return one day. Fate intervened, my husband lost his job and found a new one in DC - and so back we go to Pennsylvania. We will have the summer together before oldest daughter gets married in July and the others go/return to college. George's owner will be the sole child left at home.
We're all tired of packing, tired of saying goodbye, tired of feeling sad, tired of being tired. What I'm looking forward to most is the moment when, after the humans are settled in, the truck rolls up the drive and the horses step out.
In the meantime, I think we need a few more boxes.