So, I haven't written a real post in a while. Lots of videos and photos, but very little in the way of words, which is what I used to do best. Or at least that's what I like to think anyway. I've been a bit busy and here is the update.
The hubs came home from working in Utah last month and was hired by an Alabama-based company. This means we're moving. This means we will have had our 9th move in almost 13 years, if I've counted correctly (and I'm horrible at math, so I'm probably missing one and I didn't even count my move to Macon, GA when I married the hubs – I threw that one in for free). This means the kids will be changing schools. This means I'll have to make the two-hour drive in for Scrap-Fest! This means finding a new church. This means finding a new sushi place. This means I will probably have a nervous breakdown this summer.
Being that I've moved 42 times, I've learned a few things and I've developed a couple of philosophies on the subject. When I move into a new neighborhood it's never my intention to be best buds with the neighbors. I never have the notion that we will be there forever and I don't want to get attached. Plus, I've had some weirdo nutjob neighbors. No offense to weirdo nutjobs. I'm very much a homebody. I'm the woman in the neighborhood who drives into her garage and closes the garage. I'm not out in the front yard planting whatever people plant. I'm in the air conditioning enjoying the great indoors. I'm not the friendly neighbor at the bus stop all cheery at at 6:45 am dressed for the day, coffee in hand. I'm the grumpy neighbor in my robe and Bozo the Clown hair, standing in my driveway who desperately wants to be back under the covers because the sun is barely up. This is who I am.
For this move I've come upon a new philosophy: enough people have seen me naked, therefore I will come back to this town for exams until my gynecologist retires and I am forced to find another one. At that point I will interview gynecologists in my new town. Yes, I said interview. I will have a list of questions. Maybe an essay, I haven't decided yet. Hopefully Dr. B won't retire for several years and I will have a while to think about it. The one thing I know for sure is that he doctor I choose will have pedicure chairs in the waiting room and the artwork will be fabulous.
When one moves, the most frustrating thing is finding the new whatever it is to replace your old whatever it was in your old town. I will have to find a new nail place. This is frustrating because I've finally found a good one here. My nail place and I have gone through a lot together. I watched half of my first Lifetime movie there (I still don't know if the woman ever got her kid back or if her blanket-making business ever took off), I was asked to hook up their DSL, and I've explained different facets of the American political system now that the shop tv is tuned to FOX news or CNN Headline News instead of Lifetime. Two weeks ago, I was having my nails done and watching the news while the nail techs spoke rather loudly in Vietnamese, which I ignore since I didn't take Vietnamese in school. My ears perked up when my nail tech said "Bobby Jindal." I only wish I knew the context. And I only hope this kind of thing happens in Alabama.
So, I will be chronicling the move. If everything goes as planned, we should be moving the last week of June/first week of July. Hopefully we will be in the new house by my birthday. Hopefully I won't lose my mind by then.