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Here We Go Again
Oct. 16th, 2020 06:08 amAnother attempt at long-form journaling.
Another move across the country.
Another remote/long-distance job.
Another new gig for my wife.
Another baby.
Another long drive with two yowling cats.
This time, at least, I'm not the pregnant one. And I know a little more now about how to move like this. That said, I'd rather not be an expert. I'd rather be done. I want to settle so hard they have to remove my curses from the walls and the groundwater. I want to paint walls and do large home projects and have a garden that throws me surprises from our past and maybe some chickens? Yeah?
And I want to be a part of a community and know our neighbors like we do now, but all of them, even the cranky ones, and start an association if there isn't one already where all we do is meet twice a year and have a picnic and I definitely don't become power hungry and start a cult.
When we first moved to Seattle, I warned Lady that I would want to move again in a few years, that I wanted to move and keep moving and never stop. Funny how it's because of her we've been moving since, and now I'm ready to be done with it. I laughed at my brother because he was the homebody who joined the military, who ended up moving every few years when all he'd wanted was to never leave home, but now I understand. And now he loves to travel. People, huh.
Anyway, today the POD is in our driveway and we will fill it better than we did in Tucson and then - please gods and bones - never again. If we move again, it will be within a city or a state and can you imagine? I can't.
Another move across the country.
Another remote/long-distance job.
Another new gig for my wife.
Another baby.
Another long drive with two yowling cats.
This time, at least, I'm not the pregnant one. And I know a little more now about how to move like this. That said, I'd rather not be an expert. I'd rather be done. I want to settle so hard they have to remove my curses from the walls and the groundwater. I want to paint walls and do large home projects and have a garden that throws me surprises from our past and maybe some chickens? Yeah?
And I want to be a part of a community and know our neighbors like we do now, but all of them, even the cranky ones, and start an association if there isn't one already where all we do is meet twice a year and have a picnic and I definitely don't become power hungry and start a cult.
When we first moved to Seattle, I warned Lady that I would want to move again in a few years, that I wanted to move and keep moving and never stop. Funny how it's because of her we've been moving since, and now I'm ready to be done with it. I laughed at my brother because he was the homebody who joined the military, who ended up moving every few years when all he'd wanted was to never leave home, but now I understand. And now he loves to travel. People, huh.
Anyway, today the POD is in our driveway and we will fill it better than we did in Tucson and then - please gods and bones - never again. If we move again, it will be within a city or a state and can you imagine? I can't.
