Tomorrow a couple of friends are coming over to help get some more packing done. As much as I want to leave here, I have fought it also. My house is almost ready and it is time. I am going to buy a bed for the guest room and have it delivered there so that I can stay there before the POD is moved. Sort of working my way slowly into the move.
Sometimes I think I am healing too quickly from the pain of Tom's death. I am laughing more, having a good time, and feeling relaxed at work. It's hard to think that I may not have loved him as much as I thought. How could I feel this ok with things if I really loved him? How could I move on so easily? Maybe there is something wrong with me. I don't know.