Two Weeks Left in Kentucky: Send Help (and Snacks)

Okay, y’all. Deep breath. We have TWO WEEKS left in Kentucky before we trade bourbon and bluegrass for sunshine and sand. Two. Weeks. That’s 14 days, 336 hours, or approximately 12 Walmart trips (if I pace myself). And I have no clue what I’m supposed to be doing.

Do I finish packing? Cry into a basket of unfolded laundry? Host a farewell tour of every place I’ve ever had good fries in Bardstown? Honestly, it could go either way.

Quincy’s over here thriving in his final days at Bardstown Elementary. He’s living his best life like a tiny celebrity on a farewell tour. He’s got field day, classroom parties, and emotional goodbyes lined up while I sit here like, “Do I pack this toaster or make one more waffle?”

Meanwhile, Carson is finishing his school year online through Digital Academy of Florida, sipping water like he’s already poolside. He’s mentally checked into Florida life while I’m still debating which drawer counts as the junk drawer (spoiler: they all do now).

I’m just stuck in the awkward limbo between “Yay, new chapter!” and “Wait, where’s my favorite coffee mug?!” It’s like purgatory… but with more bubble wrap and less motivation.

So what do I do with myself for the next 14 days? Besides panic and pretend I’m emotionally stable?

Here’s my tentative plan:

• Panic pack one box per day (label it something vague like “important-ish stuff”).
• Avoid anyone who might make me cry about leaving.
• Spend way too much time at local coffee shops like I’m starring in my own goodbye montage.
• Let Quincy have all the sugar and late bedtimes because #sentimental.
• Take mental snapshots of every ordinary moment, because they’re the ones I’ll miss.

In the end, I’m not going to stress too hard. I’m going to soak in the love, the chaos, and the lingering smell of Kentucky spring before Florida humidity slaps me in the face.

Wish me luck. Or better yet, send snacks.

Florida, we’re coming for you. But for now… I’m still here. Slightly frazzled. Possibly crying. Definitely laughing.

Sincerely-Still in Bardstown for 14 more glorious messes