The next time I get the bright idea to move cross-country, someone smack me, will you?
Don’t get me wrong. I am thrilled about the new house, and the residents of our new hometown are generous with information and assistance. Yesterday I mentioned in passing that I liked working in the garden in the cooler weather, but my hands were cold. Soon after, I was whisked off to the local nursery and introduced to proper gloves for keeping my hands warm and dry. A neighbor came by with introductions and homemade cookies. I’ve even joined the board of a local arts organization!
We just can’t quite seem to finalize the move. We decided to ship the car, which is a great idea in theory. Trouble is, more than a week later, the durn thing is still in Houston, waiting for enough cards to fill the load. Our delivery date keeps getting pushed out. First, the 26th, then the 30th, now the 31st. Hubby called to yell at them and reported that “They seem to be used to people calling and yelling at them.” If the delivery gets any later, it will start to disrupt other plans — between a family visit, Passover, and other travel, our schedule is starting to feel like a house of cards.
Hubby, trooper that he is, is back in Houston supervising the move. Packers arrived yesterday, a luxury for which I am deeply grateful. I’ve done a lot of packing over the years, and this is the first time in my life that someone else is doing it. All went smoothly, but then I got a phone call: “Good thing I have low blood pressure,” he said.
This is not the way I like our conversations to begin.
The moving company blithely informed us that there wouldn’t be a van in town to take our stuff today. Instead, they are loading it on a local truck and taking it to storage temporarily. So far, they have insisted that this will only cause a one-day delay in the delivery of our stuff. We’ll see.
I haven’t even gone into the constant changes to our plans that has caused us to blow the fare on two plane tickets, plus hubby’s return flight on another. Or written about my scary drive the other night with the rental car on unfamiliar roads in the rain. Or life in a house with minimal furniture and supplies…have I mentioned how much I miss my microwave? So far I’ve managed to scorch all the leftovers I’ve heated up because I’m still figuring out the electric stove.
Routines have changed. I don’t know the names of the trees and plants in my yard (though the kind woman who helped me with gloves rattled off a few names for me to get me started). We’ve said goodbye to restaurants we loved, where people knew us, and are getting acquainted with new ones. We said so long to good friends, though I hope they will come visit! When I fall asleep at night, I hear unfamiliar noises — the other night it was a roaring wind that reminded me, not so pleasantly, of Hurricane Ike. Truth is, change, even happy change that we choose and embrace, requires adjustment, and it feels stressful at times.
Look, I know that in the scheme of things, I don’t have problems. I get to live where I choose. I have to keep a camera nearby at all times because of the many photo ops that present themselves during the day. I get to do the work I love, even though I have yet to make a profit as a writer. I have a hubby I can trust with many things, packing being one of them. My life is incredible. In the wise words of Alcoholics Anonymous, as well as my late father-in-law, “This too shall pass.”
Just promise me, if I announce at some point that I want to move again, that you’ll whup me up the side of my head. And if I didn’t need another reminder, here’s a photo from sunrise a couple of days ago:
Nadine, moving can be rough. I was an Army brat growing up and I dreaded the times daddy would come home and announce, “People start packing your stuff. We’ve been relocated to…” It’s especially rough when you’re a teenager and said moves prevent you from going to the junior prom. (I still haven’t forgiven my parents for that). I hope you’ll quickly settle in and by the looks of it, your new neighbors are going to make sure you do! 🙂
Wow, Bella. It’s tough when you move a lot as a kid. My family moved frequently, though not as often as military personnel do. We settled in one place for several years when I hit junior high, so I didn’t have the same challenges as a teenager — it wasn’t easy, though.
It’s funny, I wasn’t thinking about childhood when I wrote this post, but it’s possible that this move, though totally our choice, is dredging up the struggles I had in my younger days when I was trying to fit in to a new school.
That sunrise is absolutely beautiful! Was the photo taken from your house? That is your view? Oh, my, if you ever say you’re going to move, I WILL have to give you a cyber smack! LOL
I certainly understand the upheaval of so many changes. As you say, even positive changes have to be adjusted to. I hope all the hold-ups ease up soon. And what fantastic neighbors you have!
Yes, I confess, I took that photo from inside the house. Poor me, I live in a place where I have to keep a camera available at all times! 🙂
I am thrilled with the people we have met so far. Everyone is so friendly and welcoming. Many came here from other places, so they know what it’s like to be the new kid on the block.
I have moved so many times in my life that i can’t even count!! And it wasn’t planned moves, it was just running away from one place to another and never knowing if one day we will get back to the previous place we were at. I don’t like moving, I don’t like changes.
Nikky, you tell so many stories in that simple paragraph. I am filled with questions, thoughts, and feelings…and would love to read more. Seems like it would make an interesting memoir if you have any interest or desire to share your experiences.
I would love to Nadine but I honestly never thought about it as I still doubt my ability to write in a nice way. I am not a writer and never thought of becoming one. I have started a blog two weeks ago, to try my capacities in writing, and maybe if I find it okay, I will consider writing a memoir!
I think blogging is a great place to start! I look forward to reading more of your posts.
Looking forward to pictures of your new neighborhood. I’m so glad you hired packers for this stressful move. We did it for our last move and I will never do it myself again (not that I plan to move in the future).
(now I guess this is the point at which I’m supposed to say you’ll look back on all of this stress and laugh)
I occasionally get to that part of the universe, so I hope we have a chance to meet up and maybe hike on some yet-to-be-determined day in the future.
Thanks for reminding me that I will, indeed, laugh about this one day!
We’re going straight into a basement remodel so we can accommodate guests easily. I have a feeling we’re going to have a lot of visitors! I hope so, anyway! Y’all come on over sometime!
Julia hit it on the head! There will come a day when you can look back and say, “Remember when we moved here ….. ” and laugh … I have moved more than my share of times (having been a military brat also) – and while all I ever wanted was that forever house and the white picket fence, I have moved seven times in the last 20 years … and today I FINALLY get to move the last of my life out of that 5 x 10 ft storage unit! I am seriously hoping … never again. My thoughts… Read more »
Thanks! I am downright giddy that someone else packed my stuff. This is why I am embarrassed to complain at all! (I think of Joe Walsh singing, “I can’t complain but sometimes I still do…”)
In the meantime, hubby is back with me, and we think the car will show up today, so we’re making progress!
The last big move I made was from one country to another – almost killed me. It wasn’t the moving, it was the unpacking. Hang in there.. and remember you will be making new memories, which means new stories to tell and write about.
Yikes! I can’t even contemplate an international move. I think our unpacking will be relatively easy since a lot of it will stay packed until after the remodel, and we donated a lot of dishes and other kitchen items.
This is definitely a place full of stories! I won’t have any trouble coming up with blog posts for a good, long while. I have a fun one coming up on Wednesday — hope you’ll take a look when you can!