Just another Sunday?

So today I find myself in a different spot.  I'm at home on a Sunday morning, and I'm not on holidays.  The one Sunday between the old and the new.  Life feels a little surreal.  Lots to do, would rather not do some of it.  Packing is draining.  Caught up between the sadness of leaving one and the excitement of going to another.

Details seem to overwhelm, so I'm trying to keep the bigger picture in mind as that seems to bring some clarity, or at least purpose in why we undergoing what we are.  And yet here I sit blogging instead of packing...

I like the interweb.