And now my parents are moving. Holy Jesus, please hold me.

Fortunately, they are not moving because they have to. They are moving because their landlord mentioned raising the rent again (he's mentioned it a few times before, but usually hasn't done it), and thought he's willing to work with them and not raise it again, they've decided to move on. They're going to buy a motorhome and live in a motorhome. They'll still have their office in Santa Cruz, but for now will have a motorhome spot in Gilroy as the lots in Santa Cruz were too close together. I'm guessing they will still have their other two RVs they have now, but not positive.

I always remember my Grandparent's living in a motorhome as I grew up. Grandma and Grandpa's house would always come to our house. My Grandma owned her motorhome til' a few years ago - now she lives in Arizona for the winter and Washington for the summer.

I am SO nervous because I told my Mom we would like to come live there for a year next year. She says, we should keep the house then, which I WANT them to do. But I can't decide what's best for them. And we are so fickle on our decisions - who knows if we will move there in a year. Regardless, we wouldn't be living with them this time. We'd rent our own place.

Still. My heart stops thinking we won't have that house by the harbor anymore with the grassy backyard overlooking the boats, just a short walk to Crow's Nest and Aldo's. My heart literally freaking STOPS.

How the hell did I come up with both Brando's Mom and my parents moving in one year? Did one beget the other? Maybe Brando's Mom moved so I would be okay with my parents moving. My heart literally does not know what to do right now. The emotion of this definitely won't hit me until the next time we go to Santa Cruz and can't go to the house by the harbor.

I don't even know where Brando and I will stay anymore. Last time, we stayed with my parent's while the kids stayed with Brando's Mom. I guess this time we will all stay with Brando's Mom. I'm not prepared for that. LOVE her new house, but she sold all the guest bedroom furniture and the guest room in her new house adopted all her old, dark wood furniture. We stayed there a few night's the last time and it was okay, but I am not cool staying there for a long time.

Am I selfish that this is the majority thoughts running through my head right now? Maybe, but it's my home and immediately what my mind jumps to - when we're there.

The Good

*Countless people showing up to finish up packing, move boxes, and unpack.

*Seeing the sunset from our bedroom window

*Crying tears of relief (admittedly, in between panic attacks but happy tears nonetheless)

*Super soft Berber carpet

*The boys each saying after taking individual showers for the night, "This shower is amazing!" Or, as Shawn put it, humongously wonderful.

*Ice cream in our completely unpacked retreat of a bedroom

*M decorating my bathroom so peacefully (after Brando walked in and said, "I love the way you guys set up the bathroom." I let go of the fact that I just won't ever be as good as M is at putting things together to where they look fabulous - doesn't matter what it is - I'm just happy she comes over to work her magic in my homes!)

*Li's humor to the day - especially when she put a tealight candle chimnea pottery over Shawner's armadillo, Army's, face like a gas mask and said, "This is what would happen if I decorated."

*My absolute amazing fantastic hubby who, when I panic tells me what to focus on, and when I tell him that's not what I need - I need to hear the positives, starts listing off the positives on cue, who holds me when I tell him I'm panicking and I'm so pissed off that I can't make it stop, who buys me ice cream when he goes into the store for milk and cereal for the boys, then, when I scoop it for us because he laid down and was too exhausted to get back up, tells me make sure and give yourself extra cookie dough cause that's what I would do if I was getting it

*My fantastic nephew and his girlfriend taking the boys to play mini golf this evening with the youth group after unpacking

Wow we have a lot of shit

Two days of packing and I've made it through my kitchen and living room. Yikes!

Things I've remembered from moving and packing before:

*Label each box explicitly

*Keep all the packing supplies (tapes, pens, box cutter, etc) in one area

Things I'm learning from this time:

*Wrap breakables in unused linens (avoids the heavy linen box, keeps the breakables safe, and saves on wrapping - what's a load of laundry when you get there)

*Use small boxes - big boxes aren't worth breaking your back over - learned this the hard way this time as my back is already sore

*Veterinarian offices who carry dog food and supplies are GREAT for boxes - one near here gets a shipment every Monday and gives away their huge supply of boxes (also, Craigslist rocks for free boxes, which is where I found the vet's office)

*Try to keep things in group, but not at the sake of using lighter boxes!

That's it for now. I'm sure I'll come up with more.