Moving On...

Moving is never easy. If it were both easy and cheap I believe that we'd be a far more nomadic society than we are. Load up the camel and move to the next palm tree has its perks, but in the modern age of uhauls, and heavy furniture putting down roots has its privledges.

This is our 3rd move in nine years.

Our first of the three found us moving on from our home of 5 years. The house that I had hoped would be our home had become the money pit, and the boat was sinking fast. We flooded in 2005. The hot water heater, and furnace went in 2006. In 2007 the bathroom imploded, the tub leaked into the living room below causing a hole in the ceiling and a stain on the rug. In 2008 I lost Bam-Bam in that same bathroom and buried him in the back yard. It was the same year we left it all behind.

Our second move found us leaving an apartment with paper thin walls. For 363 nights we slept with ear plugs in our ears, and listened to the neighbors fights and phone calls when we were awake. Going to work meant sitting in an hour worth of traffic both coming and leaving but it was close to my nieces and nephews...and at the time that is what mattered. "We have to fall in love if we're going to move" we told each other as we drove through those same streets 2 1/2 years ago and arrived here...

Now, we have found our next house that we hope to make a home...but I'm not nearly ready to go. With 23 days remaining until the Uhaul is pulled in front of the door I'm not even close. Part of the problem is I'm a Mom now. Bottles still need to be heated, diapers still need to be changed, binkies still need to be fished out from under tooshies, and my sweet baby hates to hear the sound of the tape gun. So, to avoid a pursed lip and puffy tear filled eyes I wait until he is soundly asleep to pack up yet another box...but more often than not I'm too tired to do more than write up a blog post instead.

Of course if I'm even mroe honest...I love it here. I've loved it since we took the tour of the property almost three years ago. The location is prime. The neighbors quiet. The fireplace homey. The swimming pool heated. The cost prohibative. The friends we've made...priceless.

Moving sucks...and I don't wanna do it any more**...

**but I will because that little boy sleeping in his crib, in the room that still needs to be packed up deserves to have a Mommy who stays at home with him**