and low. This move feels like too much on some days.
Scott just got off the phone with me. He’s in Fayetteville right now and found a note in the door of our new house from the water company. They are refusing to turn on the water until numbers are screwed into the stone on our house. I guess the previous owners re-bricked the house and never put the house number on the house, so my exhausted husband is running BACK to The Home Depot he just came from to buy some numbers. I’m guessing he’ll probably have to buy a drill and some screws too since his tools are here in OHIO.
It all makes me so angry and I just feel that is going a little overboard considering how difficult they were about getting the water turned on in the first place. We’ve moved places where all you have to do is make a phone call, but not here. No, you have to drill numbers into your house before they will turn the water on! What really pisses me off is that if Scott weren’t there this week, we would have shown up with all 6 of our kids, 2 dogs, and NO water. I just think that is WRONG.
DO YOU HEAR ME CITY OF FAYETTEVILLE? WRONG!
Yes, I’m ranting. Scott & I just don’t need any more stress at this point. Moving is tough and with the stress and strain of it all, we’ve found ourselves arguing more. I know it’s normal, but it just makes it all that much more exhausting.
I’m excited about getting there, because this whole moving process has been dragging on for months. I’m tired of showing our house (or should I say, cleaning up after 6 kids in a mad rush to show the house?), and tired of not feeling settled, and I just want to get the impending tearful goodbye done and overwith so I can have a good cry and move on.
And I’m trying so hard not to freak out about the future. Life as we know it is about to change forever with this move.
Donavan will be graduating highschool during our time in Fayetteville for one. I can’t believe I’m about to have a kid who will be a legal adult in 2 years. He wants so badly to join the Army, and even though Scott and I think it is the wrong move for him, we’ve agreed to support him and found a military summer camp to send him to right after we get moved in. It will be 2 weeks long, and a “realistic basic training” course.
Donavan will either come back more fired up than ever about going into the military, or he’ll decide once and for all that he hates it. Only time will tell!
I am still fighting off anxiety attacks about this whole small town thing. Just the idea that everybody knows everybody and so much about everybody makes me a little nervous. (And all that much more pissed off that the loser water guy wouldn’t turn on the water. Dude, can I send you a bill for the drill and screws?)
With this move is the knowledge of us moving further away from Tina and her husband and kids. I am taking it harder than I thought. I hope that we can work out some good visits, but I know how quickly summer flies by and with work and school, it’s going to be tough!
And the fact that Scott and I just met the coolest couple with whom we’ve connected so quickly. ARGH! Why do I always make the best friends right before moving? So unfair!
I am really, really, really hating this moving every 2 years thing…I feel like my life gets put on hold, and then I have to restart it all over again with new friends, new places, new everything, and by the time it all gets familiar, we leave. I’ve had a few tearful nights where I’ve confessed my loneliness to my husband, because it really is a lonely life for someone like me who takes a while to really make good friends. I can open up so much at first, but to really connect with someone, it just takes me a while…or when it’s one of those kindred spirit type things, it’s right before we leave.
Okay, I’m done complaining now. (Or as I tell Scott, “venting!”) Emotions will probably continue to go up and down as we leave and arrive. I’m trying to stay positive and there is certainly a lot to look forward to, I just had to, you know, vent.
