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!