If you don't know, now you know - we are moving to California.
I've been telling myself that I was going to type another post, but from packing, cleaning, organizing, soccer, and the ball... My mind has been in overdrive.
It was inevitable. Am I happy? No. Am I excited? No. Am I mad? No. I'm sad, stressed, frustrated, scared... I'll stop there.
If you've been following along with my journey then you've read how much I've whined and bitched about leaving here, home. I wasn't born here, but this is where I've grown up; for 14 years to be exact. My whole family is here. It'll take some getting used to not having them just 20-30 minutes away. I don't have a lot of friends, but I do have a few that I consider my best.
I have lists on lists on lists. I've gone through all of our belongings and came to the conclusion I'm a borderline hoarder. So I boxed up all my "what if" clothes and all the shoes that no longer belong in my wardrobe and dropped it off at the Salvation Army. I called the school to find out how to un-enroll my Little Big Man. I have yet to take pictures of all our valuable valuables and note all of their serial numbers... With only 2 days left to do so [helluuur procrastination].
This is a BIG deal for us. It's our FIRST BIG move!
I think part of what stresses me out is the fact that we don't even have a house. We're on a waiting list that supposedly is a 3-5 month wait. It doesn't help that I keep hearing DIFFERENT experiences, like one family who's been stuck in a hotel/lodge for 6 months STILL waiting on a house. My family had to do that before when my Dad got orders to Guam. We were cooped up in a hotel for a looong time.
I find it ironic how different it feels being a spouse versus being a dependent child. Growing up it sucked having to make friends and move to new schools a lot, but I rolled with the punches. It was never hard making friends; more nerve wracking. Now that I'm a spouse I feel like I'm losing my damn mind. I'm worried about my Little Big Man moving in the middle of the school year and pretty much starting over. I think he'll be fine in the friend department; although, he can be very shy. I'm more worried about his school work. I don't want to be one of those parents who just assume their kid(s) will get over it and just have to deal. I'm just lucky that I'm not working at the moment so I can be there for him if/when he needs it.
I know our town has little to none of super fun things to do, but it's my comfort zone. So to distract myself, I figure I can shed some light on some of the things (though few) that I've experienced here that I happen to enjoy.
1. Southern hospitality. Everywhere you go there will be assholes. I actually grew to enjoy the quick greetings from complete strangers. Which reminds me of when I first moved here. I wasn't used to random people greeting me or even asking me how I was doing. My go-to reaction was usually "I don't know you... Why the hell are you speaking to me..." I was usually nice enough to only THINK that and not say it out loud.
2. Bojangles. I don't even know what KFC is anymore. They have this amazing... I guess breakfast/dessert - Bo Berry Biscuit. I'm not a big fan of their sweet tea, but my Little Big Man LOVES it.
3. Cape Lookout Lighthouse. It was so pretty. We took a ferry ride to get to the little island (?) and on the way we got to see wild horses. Once we got to the island we got to tour the house and lighthouse. Those stairs were no joke!
4. Beach. The beaches aren't what I was used to while living on the West Coast, but who doesn't like the beach??? The water here is a lot warmer than the Pacific Ocean.
5. MacDaddy's. It's similar to a Dave & Buster's. There's food, an arcade for the smaller kids and another one for the older kids, a bar, and bowling.
6. My family took a trip to ride the train. It was a fun experience for all of us. At certain times of the year they have even have Thomas the Train that you can actually ride.
7. MCAS Cherry Point. I may be a little bias... But that's how I met my Love :)
So for the time being we're moving out of base housing and moving in with my parents until it's time to hit the road. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing. It's like YAY! We'll be surrounded by family more before we go, but will make it even harder to leave and say our goodbyes. This will be our last Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's, and my Little Big Man's birthday that we celebrate together and I want to make the most of it.
xo.
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