So we moved.
As the movers pulled away in their truck, I whispered, “Wait. Don’t leave me. Take me back to the city with you. Please.”
And then I turned to Rick and said, “I want to go home.”
And then I started crying.
Because my home doesn’t exist anymore. It’s just an empty apartment. That someone else now owns.
We are creating a new home here. One that is currently obscured by 726 unopened boxes. Moving is like childbirth. You just don’t remember how bad it actually is until you spend an hour and a half trying to find your toothbrush.
Luckily, my dad showed up to help.
Last summer, he spent two weeks vacationing in Southern Italy with us.
This summer, well, he gets to help us unpack. Whatever. I’ll give him a glass of red wine and some pasta. He’ll barely notice the difference.
When the movers were here, I was kind of hoping it would be like that Sesame Street book where all the neighbors see the truck and come out to greet the new folks on the block.
Yeah… that didn’t quite happen. It’s no biggie. I’m sure Oprah was on or something. They are probably just saving their energy for the big surprise “welcome the new neighbors” block party this weekend. I’m going to go check my front stoop again for a homemade pound cake.
Thank goodness for my ONE friend here who calls constantly and dropped off take-out menus. No, there’s no sushi delivery. So obviously I’m now trying to convince Rick to open up a little sushi delivery side business.
I had a very difficult time sleeping the first night. I missed my girls who stayed with my in-law’s during the move. And it was dark. And quiet. Damn. I know that sound machine is around here somewhere.
I did make my first trip to my local Whole Foods.
I drove. I parked. I went in. I shopped. I paid. I loaded up the car. I left.
It was so darn easy.
And a little strange.
Ok, I’m headed back outside to check for that pound cake again. Or maybe some red velvet cupcakes. Or maybe just a note, welcoming us to the neighborhood.
I may have to settle for the kids across the street who yelled out, “Hi new people!”
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