Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Two weeks ago we moved.
I bounced out of bed for the last time in our house that was no longer really our house and tried to hold myself down quietly while Boots and Mayhem slept.
It drizzled rain and I feared we wouldn't be able to get anything done besides pack all our worldly goods in boxes and wait for it to dry out while simultaneously unpacking things we needed while we were stalled.
The preacher called to tell me that he was praying for us because he knew this would be a hard week for us and to tell us he loved us. I cried when we hung up. I cried that last Sunday night at church all over everybody I got ahold of, too. I'm pretty sure people thought I was cracking up, but I love my church and I am really sad to leave them.
We were able to move though. We got 80% of everything packed in a cattle trailer and loaded on a trailer, hauled down the road, and unloaded all in the same incredibly long, stressful day.
Frank escaped outside through all the doors standing open and hid so we had to go back for him the next day. When I say we I mean Boots, and he got clawed up one side and down the other for his trouble!
The next day Mayhem and I promptly came down with severe sinus congestion so unpacking was pretty difficult and Halloween was barely thought of since he had a fever for about 12 hours at one point. The best we could do was cough and sniff while he pranced around in his little costume for a few hours.
Blame it on the dust, hormones, exhaustion, hunger, and being physically uprooted, but I was weepy over everything it seemed. I fell to pieces seeing pictures of not my house anymore with someone else's things in it. The way I was crying you'd think we were forced to move and hadn't wanted this to happen!
I was out of my element for a few days with a not yet functioning for me kitchen and being unable to find my dishes much less use them. The hot water heater takes its job seriously and determined to scald me past the point of being sanitary. Good thing I was the guinea pig that took the first bath, right?
Things are going well so far though and we are comfortable and happy. I've got all the boxes unpacked and have been doing lots of organizing so maybe I will share pictures of this place soon.
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Saturday, November 1, 2014
This time of year (Halloween through first week of November) makes me think back on the brief history of Boots and me.
2007- November-- we were at a U.S. Band concert at the college I went to (he and a friend crashed) and after talking about it we have decided we probably stood right next to each other-- this was before we met.
2008- Halloween-- the first time I ever laid eyes on him, but we were both distracted by other people at the party.
2009- November 4th-- We had been dating a few months at this point and went to a Sister Hazel concert. He told me he loved me for the first time at the Mexican restaurant.
2010-2014--- married. The End! Just kidding! But seriously, we've settled down and haven't been that exciting. Maybe next year we could do something different and record-worthy.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Why are we moving?
I get this question pretty regularly now and there have been times in this super-long, drawn out process that I have stopped whatever it is I'm doing and stood there dumbfounded almost because I just had to think this thought and ask myself, "Why are we moving?" And then half a second later, "Oh, yeah!"
Let's start at the beginning, shall we?
When Boots and I were planning our wedding one of the big decisions for us was where are we going to live? I could either quit my job at the funeral home and try to get another job at a funeral home near where he lived if I moved his direction, but I'd only be working there a few years until (hopefully) we had a baby. I liked where he lived, but I didn't really want my resume to look like I was a job hopper. I wanted some established roots before I quit. (Me quitting work to run our house and raise our babies has been the plan from the beginning and somewhat of a guiding force for big money decisions.) So we thought about Boots trying to get a transfer up to the county I lived in that was two counties away from where he lived so that I could keep my job, but who knew how long that would take and we didn't want to risk being married and living apart.
Our only option left was to meet in the middle. Literally. We bought our house in a small town that was close to where I worked (20 miles) and in an area Boots could still be even if a transfer to that county took forever. And that worked fine for us. We rocked right along with our plan, both of us working and looking ahead to someday when, SURPRISE!, Mayhem. Cue the sweating and stressing over our living situation once again.
Don't get me wrong, we love our little house. We've redone it and fixed it up so that it's pretty nice instead of pretty nasty like when we bought it, but we are right "in town" and not out in the woods like we were when we were growing up. Having to keep a boy fenced in and constantly watched while he plays outside just doesn't rate very high for us. Not to mention the huge, gigantic, enormous (I'm not kidding, when we bought our house 4 years ago one of them measured 15 feet around) oak trees in our backyard that prevent any vegetation besides kudzu and ivy (poison or English, you can pick!) from growing. I really want a garden (and chickens, but we're in the city limits) and it is impossible without some major MAJOR tree work. These trees also cause me great distress every time I hear there's a storm coming or the dreaded t-word (tornado) because if one of them falls on the house and we are home we are dead. Dead!
I want a simple life- a garden, chickens, land to turn my wild young'uns free on so they can grow up like I did playing unsupervised in the woods and creeks without fear of being run over or snatched up.
We want Mayhem to go to a good school. The high school I graduated from is failing, the elementary school where we are is excellent, but the high school here is something I hear lots of bad things about. Either of the schools that my two aunts are at would be ideal; we'll have to decide which one is closest to wherever we buy to live if we're not still in limbo by then. Private school is the last thing on either of our minds, with homeschooling barely edging ahead.
In irony, while we are looking for this utopia we'll be living in an apartment in town.
The town we are moving to is close to back to where Boots came from, it is the city he graduated high school from, the school where one of my two aunts that lives down there works.
More irony, if Boots takes a particular position with his job that he's wanted for years we would have to move back this direction in another year. It's all very confusing and it definitely feels like we are starting over in the middle.
There was a brief moment where we seriously thought everything would fall through and we wouldn't be able to sell our house. I had some fast thoughts about what life right here for the rest of our forever would be like and it wasn't too bad. We would have the trees cut down, I'd break the ordinances and build me a chicken coop, I'd get my old job back when Mayhem started school and he could go to the Christian school (private, yes, I know!) right down the road from the funeral home, and we would keep going to our beloved church. Nothing would change much. Everything would work out fine.
The wrinkles got ironed out though, so those ideas weren't entertained long
We haven't even left yet and I am already really missing our church and our friends. Every time I'm there I think, "Is this the last time I'll be here? The last time I'll get to see these people?" and I have to make myself not think about it and direct my thoughts to something less tearful. I'm not looking forward to the day we have to say good-bye.