New house, new routine! And my husband’s out of town this week! I’ve scheduled this post in advance but right now I’m imagining, I’m going to have to play this song on repeat. It’s an all time favorite.
Later this week, I will pack up my home in North Carolina and move to my home town in Virginia. I’ve lived in three different states, driven across country twice, and visited China. I have to say, I have mixed feelings about leaving this area. We didn’t get to meet a lot of people but everyone we did meet was so friendly. There’s just more southern hospitality here. And our house is HUGE and in a low cost of living area. I was really trying to put down roots since we were told it would be a two to three year move. However, I do love the Shenandoah Valley. There’s no place like it on earth. Trust me, I’ve seen a fair bit of it. And the people are nearly as friendly and kind as small town North Carolina, in addition to family and friends who reside there. Still…I’m going to miss it here so this song seems appropriate.
I’m a huge believer in faking it until you make it. Bring an aura of calm and professionalism, and you’ll be more respected and reap greater results. I often feel like a duck. You might not see my legs working furiously under the water, but I promise you they are.
This weekend was a whirlwind for me. I had an author event at the Virginia Festival of the Book and got to hang out with so many lovely romance authors! The highlight for me was meeting Julia London, Margaret Locke, and Sue London!
I also packed some and helped move. My husband did SO much more work than me, but it’s been on my mind even if I couldn’t help physically.
I also published The Earl’s Bluestocking Dream! I’m so proud to offer this story to non-JAFF readers as the story line should appeal to all Regency romance and historical fiction lovers- especially with the new changes! I can’t wait to have time to work on some others and finally feel energized to continue my current projects. Now, it’s just a matter of getting settled in the new house.
Now, it’s just a matter of getting settled in the new house. Unless things change, the plan is for the kids and me to stay here until April 7. I am going down today (Monday, Marcy 27) to help arrange furniture but then driving right back up. Fingers crossed we can make it to spring break without me losing my mind. Then there will be two weeks off where my son can adjust to the new house and area before school starts.
It sounds like a lot! And it is! But I believe I can do it so I know I’m half way there.
If you read yesterday’s post, then you know I’m moving to North Carolina sometime soon. We don’t have an exact date yet. It’s about 4 hours from where I currently live. This time, my mother and youngest brother have decided to move as well. This is the fifth move in less than three years for us. In my twelve years of marriage, we have moved many, many times. And I always get sympathy when I talk about it. Don’t get me wrong, I hate packing and unpacking. The stress of finding a new place, sorting out schools and getting doctor recommendations is stressful. But the truth is, I really like parts of it. I like changing houses and getting to decorate again. I like changing cities and meeting new people, making new friends, and learning about a new setting and “culture.” I will admit I wasn’t always happy with our move in West Virginia but I also was trying to function while battling clinical depression, so I wasn’t my usual cheerful self that was outgoing and making friends. That’s a mistake I won’t make this time! I also was really tunnel-visioned with work. This time, I intend on having plans that make me get out of the house and goals to talk to a certain number of people every week, etc. It does make me a bit uncomfortable because I have introvert tendencies too — I need some peace and quiet to recharge — but the truth is, I also like to be pushed outside my comfort zone. It’s how I became an author!
I’m preaching to myself today. We got word last week that my husband’s relocation To North Carolina is set for the middle of THIS month. It’s been a moving target but we had last been told June. We’ve been living with my father-in-law so I am dying for my own place again. However, I worry about all the things that could go wrong. What if Teddy doesn’t handle the move well. Should I stay up here with the kids until the school year is over? Is it more disruptive to change schools or have his father away for days/weeks on end? We went down to look at places and the funny thing about crashing with family for a few months is now I’ve got sticker shock. Do I really want to pay *that much* every month? What if something goes wrong and I’m too sick to write ever again?
But you know what? That sort of obsessive negative thinking is toxic. Kids move all the time and this move is for several years. Do some people have chronic illnesses? Yes, but it doesn’t mean I’ll be one. And it doesn’t mean it would be the end of the world if it did happen. Why is it we never ask ourselves to list all the great things that could happen? Why do we focus on the bad so much that it takes all joy out of our lives?
This move, I’m hoping to keep a positive frame of mind. Great things will happen because of this. This will be our home for a few years and I can’t wait to see how we all grow! I’ve already discussed with my husband that I’d like to tour some lighthouses while we’re in the state. I have several JAFF friends that live in the state that I’d love to meet or see again! I’m going to kiss fears goodbye!