packing..

So, I'm giving this whole "blog" thing a shot. I figure it is the best way to go about blurting out my daily events during this monumental journey to Manhattan Beach, California.
I'm going to be a nanny for a one year old boy and a five year old girl, Jeff and Jenna. I'm sure I won't start off as Mary Poppins, but I'm sure I will not disappoint. My friends do not seem to have the same confidence in me as I do, however, I know I will prevail. Can I just start by saying that the packing is not going as smoothly as I would have hoped. There are empty cardboard boxes all over my floor and I can't help but to continue procrastinating. My mom just came in the room to make sure I know that EVERYTHING of mine has to be out of my room by 5am Friday morning. This is intimidating. I am now procrastinating further by creating a blog. I thought my blogging days ended with Xanga. SLJ is not helping at all with the packing. I am disappointed that I have to leave my art behind since I do not know what the room I am going to be staying is like. It is hard to believe that less than three years ago I was just moving to Fort Myers and already I am escaping 3000 miles away.
The way people behave when they know that you are moving is so strange. There are different stages that people go through when they know a friend is moving.
1. Shock
2. Mourning
3. Compassion
4. Spontaneity
5. Loss of Interest
I have been so utterly confused by some of the actions of my friends that I do not expect anything "normal" anymore.
I feel strange leaving people who I have only been friends with for a short period of time, but I find I have a stronger attachment to them, than the majority of people who I left in Pennsylvania. I'm not sure if it is because I have had more time for friends without the factor of a relationship in Florida, or simply because I have found a more interesting group of people.
I have much different expectations leaving Florida than leaving Pennsylvania. When I moved to Florida I expected everyone to keep in touch and to visit all the time. I have had one person visit me from my previous life since I moved. I now have ZERO expectations for lasting friendships. There are maybe three people from Florida who I know I will still be great friends with in two years. It is a sad but realistic conclusion.
I hope to keep up with the "blogging" and I'm sure the posts will become increasingly more interesting as I become settled on the other coast.

Until then..