We are about 90% moved. I have this very weird penchant for moving gradually (when possible). It comes out of the same mental space as does my grocery-unloading method. I bring in a couple of bags, unload them, take the bags back to the car (‘cause they’re reusable, yo), get a couple more, repeat. I find that hauling everything in at once and being surrounded by a mountain is dispiriting and makes me want to go sit in the living room and have a drink instead.
Same with moving. So, while I closed on the house at the end of June, this past Monday was our first night here. Honestly, we would have done it earlier, but for my daughter’s schedule. She was gone (well, she’s always gone for College, but we’re talking summer) for two months, returned for a week, and then left again. Since she will have no actual room in the new house, and will be relegated to a futon in the basement playroom on her visits, I decided to delay the move until she’d flown off to Edinburgh.
So yes, that’s where she is this month.
She spent the first two months of the summer at an internship at an entertainment website located in Northern California, came back for a week, and is now working box office and front of house at one of the venues for Edinburgh Fringe. It’s been a dream of hers for a while. When she was in high school, her student theater troupe participated in the high school part of the festival. She loved it so much, I gave her a week at the Festival for her high school graduation gift, and this year, she finally got it together in time to apply for jobs, and actually got one. She adores Scotland, and I suppose it’s great, even though, you know….wet/rain/cold is all I think of when I hear the word.
The thing I like most about moving is the organization, cleaning and purging it mandates. The thing I like least about it – besides decisions about WHERE TO HANG THE PICTURES – is the fact that well, you think that you’re a decent housekeeper. You’re realistic. You know you’re not Heloise or Martha or Martha’s staff, but you also are convinced you keep things fairly sharp.
And then you move all your stuff out of your house.
WHAT. IS. THAT.
(Tries not to hate self)
It was almost a year ago we left on our Grand Tour. Hard to believe. I definitely have the itch – not for three months, but for something. Not happening until I sell the other house, though, and I’ll be that by the time that happens basketball season will be here, and then, oh well. We’re trapped.
Day trips, frahnds, day trips!
Okay, well, I take it back. I keep forgetting we are heading in a northeasterly direction next week. As in, traveling. Heading up to the Catholic Marketing Network, where Ann Englehart and I will be signing copies of Bambinelli Sunday. Very excited to support this wonderful Christmas book, see my great friend Ann and whoever else is there – which will probably be a lot of people. We’ll probably hang around NYC for a couple of days and then return.
I have views. Oh, I have views. On everything. Just trying to find the safe and reassuring mental and spiritual space to which I can retreat after putting them out there. As I’ve said before, and as most of you have probably either never read or mercifully forgotten, without an adult around to assure that you’re sane and fairly good, entering Internet Frays is treacherous for the soul.
But until then, Instagram is fun!
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