Moving: Part II

So today was not nearly as productive as I thought. I spent more time trying to get stuff in my apartment packed up before my dad comes down tomorrow morning with the truck to move everything than I really did getting horsey things packed. Stella got a bath, which she wasn't terribly happy about (given, she hasn't been bathed since summer, but she KNOWS what the hose is and she wasn't scared, just slightly irritated that I'd pulled her from her lush grass pasture to get sprayed with cold water), and her paddock is freshly raked and manure free. Her neighbor friend Annie-mare is moving into her stall when she leaves, and because I'm anal-retentive about paddock cleaning I made sure it was spotless for her. I got some stuff together and made a list of what I need to remember but the majority will have to happen tomorrow in between moving out of my apartment and my last exam. This is such a bizarre feeling. I'm so, SO excited to get the heck out of dodge for a number of reasons. I need a change; we all get to that point in our lives where something's gotta give, and this is that point for me. Stella has had it, I've had it, the political BS has just piled up to the point where it's started to sully my experience here. Stella is going up to a private farm about 25 minutes from my house. It used to be a girl's camp and has two small barns as well as numerous other neat little buildings. The owner, who happened to teach one of my classes last semester, takes boarders by invite only; she's very German but a wonderful, wonderful woman who loves her horse and only takes those who love theirs. She isn't a big shower, and even though she owns a big, fancy warmblood gelding, he gets taken on the trails more than he gets taken to the showgrounds. It's so refreshingly down to earth. The place is like a slice of heaven: it's a true co-op, so we share chores and can buy the necessities in bulk to cut costs. Stella will have a walk-out stall about twice the size of the one she's in now that opens up to a large, partially treed pasture that she'll share with another gelding. There isn't an indoor but there's a sand outdoor and miles upon miles of trails. I will probably have to bring her to a barn with an indoor during the winter months if I want to ride, but for the summer, this will be a wonderful place to be. As for any progress, not much to report. As Alex so kindly pointed out to me when I came home last week completely defeated and frustrated, "it's been how long since she's been in consistent work? What's another week?" Sometimes non-horse people possess a little more wisdom than we do. The spring shots have been given. The Coggins has been drawn. Feet have been trimmed. She's all shedded out and ready to go. I just don't know if I am. I'm going to miss this place so much; not just the building but the people and the friendship that was forged on the rebuilding of this barn...so bittersweet.