Awwww. Getting rid of your stuff really is hard. I nearly had a panic attack when I realised that most of my stuff was gone, and most of the rest of it would have to go, and the sudden enormity of moving out of the COUNTRY slapped me in the face like a ton of bricks, and with it, a million questions popped in my head - What if I hate it? What if I don't make friends there? What am I going to do when I can't drive myself or when everything is unfamiliar? etc, etc, etc. It's even harder when you are there alone, without the Big Reason you are moving sitting there next to you to remind you of the good stuff. Needless to say, it was a turning point for me, because I realised that I had to go and find out the answers or I would never know! Once that night passed off, I felt much more confident about what I was going to do, because I knew I had faced the worst moment of fear and overcame it. So don't worry, you aren't the only one who misses her grill. (hehe) Also, DH and I spent the first few months we were married apart, and I know how tough that can be, and surreal it feels to be married but still alone.
Don't worry, soon enough we will be discussing this stuff over those awesome margaritas you keep talking about (though we may be sitting in front of a fire while we drink them instead of sitting on a hot Texas patio somewhere.... lol.)
