I would just like to say, in case you haven’t heard me complain incessantly about it already, I hate moving! I don’t hate the idea, or the adventures after we move to a new place, but I really hate the mechanics of it; the packing, the actual movement of my belongings, the feeling of being in-between places and being unsettled and then the dreaded unpacking. Some people look at unpacking with delight, seeing a new place to put up decorations and re-organize, while I see it as a personal upheaval. It takes me forever to figure out where I want stuff to go, especially in my kitchen, and I constantly move it around. Ironically, I think I have hung and put my clothing away the exact same way since I was 10. However, I am looking forward to decorating this house having taken pictures of the superb decorating of the previous owners.
We are moving into a large and beautiful townhouse, while I'm generally am not an advocate for moving into a townhouse; after looking at other houses in the area, and feeling more and more frustrated and stressed I decided that we would go with the house that I liked the most, which just happened to be a townhome. It is also...huge. Way more space than we need, and I hope to always be able to offer friends places to stay, and have someone move in with us to offer their company and friendship. Also...living almost next door to a mall is going to have its perks.
The house is somewhat packed. We didn’t unpack most of our books when we moved here, since we never got around to buy the perquisite book cases for turning our extra room into a library so they simply got moved into the guest room closet, still boxed. Those were moved downstairs right before my birthday party on Sunday. Oh yeah, I had 20 people in my house, which was a disaster, half packed and I didn’t care. Why? I was too busy being surrounded by people that loved me and didn’t give a damn. It was pretty awesome. All the kids that came also seemed to have a 'buddy' in their age group so no one was bored. I think the dynamic worked quite well.
The not so awesome bit came at when I received a call from my husband telling me that he wasn't injured, but had been in a car accident. Instead of the adrenaline pumping reaction I would expect from me, I calmly got myself together, fed the cats (not knowing when I would return), made sure I had warm clothing, and drove to where he was which about an hour away. Considering my constantly fear of losing my husband, I think I reacted and behaved admirably when I saw that the front of his car had been basically sheared off on a wall, and the back had been crushed when the car spun and hit another wall. Miraculously he wasn’t injured…at all. He has a small bruise on his chest that hurts ‘if he pushes on it.’ His car however was totaled, but in the long run...who cares, it can be replaced. Fortunately we are well insured, and were able to put those payments over the last 10 years to good use immediately by getting it towed to where he is staying in MD, and getting a rental. In the mean time I had driven him back to his house in MD so that he could take a shower, get ready for work and pick up a rental car. I was supposed to be sleeping but decided to hit the road and head back to WV. It was a long day.
But…I am thankful. I am thankful that we are moving because my husband found a good paying job, in an area that despite my bitching about MD is a good area. I am thankful for my friend that helped me pack, and my other friends constant support and love. I am thankful that we have the money to move into a beautiful house. I am thankful most of all though that my husband wasn’t injured, and will hopefully be around for many more years. I cannot imagine, do not want to imagine, and hopefully will not, for many years have to face the reality that he isn’t here any longer.
Next weekend we celebrate our third anniversary. As clichéd as it sounds--time really has flown by. I wish I could slow it down and relive all of the wonderful moments, and sorta fast forward through my bitchier moments. I have lived a tumultuous life full of ups and downs, but these last three years have been the happiest of all of them. I don’t know what force in the universe brought us together—but thank you. Hey sweetie--I love you :)
What are you thankful for?