Back in Iowa…briefly. Our move happens in about 2 weeks. Hubby is in his third week at his new company and seems to be adjusting. He’s got his king size bed at the hotel, courtesy of his new company, positioned right in front of a big old TV, with remote. Small fridge and microwave. Shower. Someone to clean up after him and change his sheets daily. I mean, seriously, what else does a guy need??! Well, aside from ME, of course, he he. (I know he misses us. And we miss him a lot. Knowing it’s temporary gets us through.)
It still blows my mind that we are actually moving, to be honest. I have sorted through quotes from movers and am trying to keep the house ship shape, just in case that perfect buyer comes along and wants to purchase our lovely home! 😀 Please come and buy my lovely home?! I’m keeping the grass mowed and the bills paid. Making sure the kids get plenty of time with their “peeps”. That alone is a full time job for Party Pants!!
I stay pretty conflicted emotionally. Though I am excited about where we are going, leaving here is hard. Four years ago, I never would have believed that I would actually enjoy living here. But it’s true. Shhh, don’t tell anybody. Take away the freezing winter, the 1100 miles from family and the lack of ocean and you have a wonderful place to live. So this morning I manage to get up early and go for a walk. It was a perfect morning. A touch cool. Quiet. Blue skies with no clouds. Amazing how many people are out and about at that hour. Lots and lots of folks out running/walking/biking. I was thinking about the fact that I’m not going to have quite the number of awesome sidewalks in my new town that we have enjoyed here. It’s kind of a bummer. I’ll manage though and find somewhere to do my thang. I was also thinking that by 7 am in the Low Country of South Carolina in late July it was probably already 85 degrees with 80% humidity! A sacrifice I’m willing to make.
We found a house in the school district we wanted, in a nice neighborhood. Looks like it has a lot of kids and it’s across the road from the kids’ schools–which are on the same campus. I had previously had visions of me in a panic. Wondering how I was going to split myself it two and drive both my kids to different schools….just not feeling like Jacob is ready for the bus.
FLASHBACK: I remember being in the fifth grade…back in 1970-whatever…back when they let high school students drive the buses. (Can you imagine??!!) My bus driver in my little town in North Carolina was named Scott (his real name…not changing names to protect the innocent here). Sometimes his girlfriend would hitch a ride with us as well…can’t recall her name. Maybe because we (and by “we” I mean me and all the OTHER fifth and sixth grade girls on said bus) ALL had a crush on Scott and were a little bit angry that our Scott was cheating on us with “what’s her name”. Cindy maybe? Things I learned about on the bus: french kissing, all the words to the song “Sad Eyes” by Robert John (where do you think HE is now???), and how to swear. I also remember that somewhere along the bus ride there were speed bumps in a residential area near the end of the route. All five of us left on the bus would scramble to the back two seats of the bus (yes, we were up and moving around on the bus…Scott didn’t really care too much, especially if his woman was on board) and BEG our precious Scott to go fast over the speed bumps. You can imagine our glee when he would agree and we would bounce up about two feet off the seat! My mother would have been IRATE. See what I’m saying? I’m just not ready for the “education” my naive son would receive.
Thankfully, I don’t have to worry about that…yet. For now, I CAN be two places at once! Ha!
Meanwhile, we wait. Trying to stay sane and trying to let my worries go. It will all work out.
Every evening I turn my worries over to God. He’s going to be up all night anyway. ~Mary C. Crowley
Just when I think I have learned the way to live, life changes. ~Hugh Prather