*I typed up this big long sweet post saying all kinds of nice things, and then it disappeared. I tried to remember what I'd said, but we'll see how that goes*
In an unusual twist of events (for me), I'm really bummed about the upcoming move. Don't get me wrong, I'm TOTALLY stoked about the (looking more likely everyday!!) prospect of moving to London Adjacent Baby!! Like, so excited I can't even begin to describe it. But this move, this time, it's gonna be...different. Somehow.
When we left Virginia in 2009, it was gut wrenching. I was leaving my best friend Melissa, the only home my (tiny little) children had ever known, my beloved-beyond-words old home, great neighbors, my job...it sucked. A lot. That winter wasn't a good time for me. At all. But leaving Connecticut, after just six months, six months where I'd been in a funk and hadn't really bothered to make any friends besides the sweet girl on the other side of our duplex and Erin up the road- that was easy. I got on that plane to Guam and never looked back.
I had met Mindy via email, and from her, I knew that there was a great group of women waiting for me in Guam. And she was right, they were great. Amazing even. I made some friends for life on that tiny little island. And wanna know the absolute very best part of the entire history of ever?
It's like we barely moved. We just sort of picked up ALL of our stuff and plopped it all down somewhere else. Together.
No, these pictures don't have anything to do with this post. But my To-Edit folder is overflowing. Literally. And yes, computer folders CAN overflow. You heard it here first.
I can see my friend Laura's house from my driveway. Our friends from Auburn (ten years ago!!!) live across the street. Erin, from Connecticut, lives behind the NEX. In a house, she doesn't like live in a box next to the dumpster or anything.
I love Libby. And that baby. I want to literally chew on her thighs.
Emely, back when I first got here and I was having a hard time holding it together, set everything up so I could drop Warren off with her sitter and sweet "baby" Annika (who is three and seven feet taller than all of my kids stack one on top of the other, yet they INSIST on referring to her as "baby" Annika!!) and she took me shopping. Doesn't get much better than that.
And I met new friends, ladies from the boat, Eileen and Natalie, Jess and Jamie, Tracy and Diane, and ladies from Bible study.
So yeah. Moving is going to suck. Now that I'm on the crazy pills, it's a little easier to find a silver lining. I found one here, and it's not that great, but here it is: all these awesome ladies are fixing to leave too. And the ones that are staying, they're only staying for a few more years. So even if I stayed (which I wouldn't, hello!! I'm moving to LONDON ADJACENT BABY!!) I'd end up without them anyway.
Told you it was a sucky silver lining.