I haven't written in awhile, I've been distracted AGAIN. We're moving AGAIN. The fourth time in 2 years. To me, its traumatic, to him its “all good”. I want to move, our apartment has fallen under new management and has gone all ghetto, section 8 even, we need to get out. But the actual moving part is overwhelming to this OCD chick to say the least!
You see, I moved around a LOT when I was younger. It was a "game" with me and my sisters. Who could recite it the quickest and in the correct order? "California, Ohio, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, Connecticut, New York, New Jersey, Here" (Here meaning Georgia since that was the last place we all moved together as a family). We didn't lead a rough life, in fact, we were quite silver-spooned, but the upheaval was more than I could handle. It was hard to make and keep friends. Every time you felt like you were "fitting in", you moved away. Of all of those places, I always considered New York (upstate of course) home since I was there for the longest stretch, through high school and college. In a lot of ways, it still is my home and I still cling to my closest friendships there.
That being said in my ever so long winded manner, you might understand why change is NOT always a good thing for me. I swore then, even as a child, that I would NOT move my children around as I had been moved. To some extent, I think that is why I am so OCD today. Everything needs to be in place, to stay in place, it's the right thing to do!
For many years, I stuck to my word. I had my two oldest girls and we lived happily ever after (of course we did) in the same community in Heard County Georgia (aka po-dunk hell with one stop light) in the same house for many years. The oldest started middle school there and the youngest started in the 1st grade and will graduate there with all of her life-long friends next year. But although Georgia was my home for 21 years, the majority of my adult life and the longest I'd ever lived anywhere, I was never "at home" there. I have some really good friends there, and of course my kids that are still there, but it was never the place for me.
Two years ago, when the economy took a huge downfall, my husband and I with our 2 youngest moved to TX, move 1. Traumatic? Bet your sweet ass it was! I was leaving my home and more importantly, I was leaving my 2 daughters and my 2 step children behind. But it was ok, they would be well cared for and would be able to finish up school with their friends. I was doing the right thing.
We found our new apartment on the internet. What a lovely place it was (on the internet). It was a dump! The apartment itself was nice, but don't go outside! After Ike, it fell apart and they "forgot" to update for those of us unsuspecting souls. No pools, stairwells outside falling down. Railing falling apart. Grounds flooded. Ah yes, paradise found? NOT. We moved to another apartment in the area, move 2. We stayed there for a year, it was nice but we wanted to be by the beach (well I did, and since he loves me, of course he did too). So we found what was then a very nice complex on the island and we moved again, move 3.
If you follow me at all, you know this place went downhill with a quickness back in October when the property went into foreclosure (Ike insurance dollars misspent) and new property management took over. Since then, the place has been slated for section 8 and it's getting bad around here. So bad in fact that I don't like for Bug to play outside anymore. So bad in fact that when the people upstairs take a shower, there's no need to turn the water on in our own shower as long as you don't mind "used" water to wash with. Yes, time to move AGAIN. Give me some credit here, it was nice when we moved in, the change of management has changed everything, time to move.
So again, I did my research and we have found a nice little community on the "quiet" side of the island and we are about to move AGAIN, move 4. All of this since June of 2009. So much for not moving my babies around like my parents moved me huh?
So what's my point? Heck, I always forget since I tend to ramble so much. My point is, we are moving again! It's traumatic. Nothing is in order. The kids don't get it. Hell, I don't get it! A place for everything and everything in its place! So why in the hell does everything keep moving?
I hate moving! I abhor the whole process. Not the physical move per se. That part isn't that bad! Its the packing, the disorder, the unpacking, more disorder. It sucks!
My husband wants to know why I'm stressed. I tell him, "I hate change, I hate moving". He says "Its alright baby. Change is a good thing." Its not always good, not for me.
Truth be known, if I'd had my way, I would still be in upstate New York and I'd never known that summers lasted more than a month and that snow for 9 months was abnormal. OK wait, maybe I'm starting to get it now. Summers here in Texas last for like 6 months, there is no snow, it's only cold for about one month a year. That's a positive!
Maybe he's on to something here. I'm not digging it, but I'll accept it. Time for a change. Now shut up Christy, and start packing, we've got work to do!