the countdown

whenever i face major change in my life (that i'm expecting anyway) i begin what i like to think of as the countdown; the opportunity to do things or try things or finish things in the remaining time i have left. (note: i do this in all situations if i am aware they are looming ahead - ends of relationships, ends of jobs, ends of living situations, whatever).

well apparently the countdown is on in my current living situation and i'm only moving across town!

i'm trying to squeeze in a lot of firsts (and lasts) before i move out of nw portland. i'm approaching the activities with such vigor you might actually think i'm moving somewhere far far away and that i might never ever get back.(this is what it's like to be in my silly little head).

last night's countdown activity included a burrito at my favorite little burrito place one block away from my abode and a trip to the tuesday night summer concert series in our local park. here's the thing: i get a burrito from the burrito place at least once a week so i'm actually going to miss that, but the summer concert series thing? not so much. in fact, before last night i'd never even made an effort to go. sure i'd seen that it was happening while driving home on a tuesday night a few other times and sure i'd thought about going, but last night knowing i'm moving in 10 days* all of the sudden not going wasn't an option. so i went and watched some fun middle aged men sing their little hearts out on the stage. and i basked in the community feeling with all the neighborhoodies and their dogs. and i felt sad that i'd never made the effort to go before and even made plans in my mind to go next week. so really what i'm thinking....why is it that my priorities change when i know something might be the last?

this isn't my only countdown behavior btw, everyday is filled with some sort of countdown something.

10 days...


* Yes, it's official, i'm 100% moving in 10 days - it appears that they do actually give home loans to crazies like me too!