So, it’s been 9 days since I’ve given my notice at work. I’m hopeful – very, very hopeful. I have a buyer taking a second peek at my house on Sunday. My cousin Bonni has found me a potential rental house in Baton Rouge, and I’m leaving work a week earlier than projected. My friends have been unbelievably helpful, and my house is getting packed. A couple of college kids are going to move me. We’re just trying to tie down dates at this point. I start my new job in Baton Rouge on July 15th.Projected date to relocate my physical person to Baton Rouge – July 2 Projected date to move my household belongings –TBD
I think this is pretty good for 9 days! I’m not going to complain. The plan may all change tomorrow, but … hey … there is a plan.
Tonight, my friends Rosemary and Paula are coming over with dinner, and we’ll clean to get the house ready for Sunday. I’m not completely packed, but I’m satisfied that I’m packed enough for the time being. Tomorrow is a day I set aside to be home and hopefully see some friends to say so long for now and to get a little more work done around my house to get it ready for selling. I work on Monday and then take off on Tuesday for my new old hometown. I committed to chairing my Sunday meeting so I’d have to be there. I can’t wait to see those guys but I am going to hate to walk away. That Sunday meeting is my lifeline. I don’t know what I’ll do if I can’t find something similar in Baton Rouge.
Today I spoke with the gal that used to live in the house I’m thinking of renting in Baton Rouge. She said it’s on the running route for the Varsity Sports Runners Club. I can just pick up with them when they pass my house. It’s also within walking distance of one yoga studio and close to several others. It’s 5 minutes from my office. The house is adorable on the outside. It’s an old house like mine, and the street looks quiet and rural even though it’s in the city. It does have a yard, so I’ll have to figure that out, but I’m really excited that this might be the place I end up! I’ll look at it next week. I can’t wait.
Yesterday morning, I felt like it was all falling apart. I called my sister-in-law, and they no longer have an extra bedroom because they are getting their floors done. She and my brother are sleeping in the guest bedroom. I can’t figure out what to do with my cats for at least a week. I had that one Monday I had to come back to work that was screwing everything up and going to cost me a lot of money. In addition, my 4th of July weekend plans are in limbo. But, about 10 AM, things started to fall into place. I even got a little extra money that I wasn’t anticipating. I’m hopeful it’s going to work out. It would be awesome if this buyer likes my house on Sunday. To leave with a contract on the table would be unbelievably comforting. But, I’m not going to press my luck. It’ll all happen when it’s supposed to, and I’ll learn what I need to from the things that fall through the cracks. I’ve done this enough times to know that it won’t all go smoothly. I’m in a roll with the punches kind of mode.
I started to think of what I wanted to do for my last weekend in Memphis. I want to eat at Bhan Thai, the Thai restaurant that my sister drives to Memphis to visit. I’ll order my favorite Cashew Nut with Tofu. Yummy! I hope I can find some tofu in Louisiana. I think it’s going to be tough, though. It’s not like it’s a delicacy down there. Maybe they have tofu shaped like crawfish or something. I would love to get to the Beauty Shop restaurant sometime this weekend. That’s my favorite Memphis restaurant. Me and my homies went last weekend for drinks, but I’d love to have dinner there one more time with one of The Cake Lady Bakery cakes for dessert. I want to get a cheese danish from La Baguette on Sunday. OMG … they have the best French pastries ever. So far, that’s all about food. I’m going to go to bed early and run my Memphis tourist route in the morning. I want one last running look at the Memphis downtown area. Maybe I’ll stop at Starbucks by Beale or visit my friend Gerry in his riverfront condo for coffee. There’s just so much to do and such a short time to do it in. I’ve already started to pay more attention to my neighborhood on my morning walks with my dog because I know they are numbered. It’s funny how things start to have more importance when you’re losing them. A friend of mine told me this week that she could kick herself for not getting to know me better. She thinks I’m fun, and I guess she just discovered it while packing my house. Oh, well. She can always visit in Baton Rouge, and I’ll be back.
Anyway, it’s time I put away the packing tape, stopped worrying about the immediate future and celebrate my good fortune. I feel so fortunate to have spent the past 7 years of my life in Memphis. It is an awesome town. The people have made it special. This place has soul. When I came here, I was hurting worse than I ever had in my life. I’m leaving happier than I’ve ever been. That’s in no small part because of the people I’ve met and known here and the energy that is present in Memphis. This city has its problems, but it is a remarkable place. I’ll see the Mississippi River tomorrow morning as the sun comes up. In a few days, I’ll follow that river to Baton Rouge where my story began so many years ago. It’s a short trip by river but such a long trip by a lifetime. It’s time to celebrate! Put your party hats on! I’m going on a grand adventure, and I need a bon voyage party. 🙂