Moving is not easy. I can really say that I am not a fan. There a few individuals out there who have had the unfortunate task of moving with me. They can vouch for the fact that I get crabby and mean. I don't mean to it just sorta happens.
Fortunately we had lots of help this time and I was too busy trying to keep my lil' screech owl content to be mean. Scott's parents, aunts and sister came to help. Hannah my girlfriend from college, loaded up both of her sweet little boys and came to help pack even though she has dealt with me and my ugly moving attitude on numerous occasions. Lindsey even packed a box!!! My parents are heading back to the house this week with another moving truck to get all the other stuff that didn't fit on the first trip.
I have to say I am very appreciative of all of the help. With all of the people in and out and dealing with Luca I was too busy to stop and realize what all I was leaving behind.
Now that I have had a bit of time to catch my breath and make a phone call to my Dubbemmons BFF I realized that I am feeling kind of homesick. I know they are only a car ride away but leaving my family and friends is one of the hardest things I have ever done...especially right after having a baby.
I just want to make sure that I am not the aunt that my tuff nutts see exclusively on birthdays or holidays (that came straight from them.) I want to make sure that Luca knows how much fun it is to "swim" in Grandma Judy's big tub and check out the garden with PaPa Normie. I want to make sure that bagna cauda, polenta and gnocchi are part of my families' diet. I don't regret moving at all. I love Scott more that anything and would follow him to the ends of the earth. It is just going to take some time and some extra effort to make sure that home is never too far out of reach.
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Trust me, I know exactly where you are coming from. Yeah, the time in my life that I moved was a little different than your's but it still feels very weird to be up here and away from all of the goodness that you mentioned above. There are certain times of the year that I get homesick more than others, during the fall and winter especially and it has always been like that. People tell me that it will get better the older I get, but I don't know about that. I know that if I would move closer to home, I wouldn't have an many opportunities as I do up here but it doesn't really make it any easier in getting over the whole I love being at home issue. The older I get the more I try to be better at visiting home and appreciating the little things while I'm there.
ReplyDeleteRemember: if you ever want to take a road trip home for a weekend and Scotty can't go with you (or if he can..) I'm always up for it. I am also always around to visit, have good ol' fashioned bagna cauda nights, and to make sure Luca knows the goodness of our family
heey.. keep it strong! You will find your way overthere!! jappie
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