Wednesday, May 18, 2011
On the Move
Remember this post: "Moving!!"? That was funny. I caught a few people off-guard with that title.
This time, I am moving.
I am moving from Oregon to Nevada.
My moving thoughts:
-I will be married and live with my husband in Nevada. Oh, I know that's going to be good. (If you've lost track, we've been living apart since August of 2010.)
-I will try not to leave my husband with my kids every weekend. Try. Try. Try. I would never.
-Although I long to live in the South, near family, I realize that it is not the main goal for my family. My husband has been the sole provider for us for many years and I want to support him in his career. He is being promoted and is heading to a position that he is very excited about. (And, ya know, I am pretty darn proud of him.)
-Which will be worse, days and days of rain, or heat and wind? Someone apparently told my 6 year old that it is too hot to walk outside in Nevada. He does not want to go there. He says we won't even be able to walk to the car. Six year olds are very literal.
-How can I prepare for school for my peanut allergy kid when I am not sure where we will be yet? This is weighing on me heavily. We will move in July. I am searching and searching online for good schools. In the meantime, I am praying for peace.
-Nevada is not SEC. Is there a football team in Nevada? Geesh.
-Will my oldest son shed his dedication to the Oregon Ducks once we are in Nevada for a while? Oh, please God, please, please, please.
-What changes will I make? I am thinking about a major hair cut. (Interestingly, my husband loves the idea but my kids don't.) I keep dreaming about a part time job. I will shed the jeans. I will get outdoors more... probably wearing jeans! I will shed the stuff. Local friends: Don't be strangers, I am going to get rid of stuff in the next 2 months.
-It should be entertaining the first few times I fill my car with gas in Nevada. I'll pull up, pick up my phone and start surfing the internet. I wonder how long I will sit there before I realize you are expected to pump your own gas. (Yes, that's right, for those of you that don't know, we are not allowed to pump our own gas in Oregon. It used to annoy me. Now, I love it.)