Everyone that voted me “Most Likely to Stay in Abilene for the Rest of Her Life” our senior year of high school can suck it.
We’re Moving! AH!
For the first time since I was 7, I will live somewhere other than the blustery, dusty, flatlands of Abilene. All my lucky stars have finally aligned because we’re headed to the blustery-er, dustier, flatterlands of Sweetwater, Texas, home of Allen’s Fried Chicken House, the Rattlesnake Roundup, and the Mustang Bowl. I’ve only been to one of them. Can you guess which?
Ladies and gentlemen, I am moving an entire 44 miles from my parents and my sister’s family. Don’t laugh. This is a big deal. I have taken full advantage of their proximity the last couple of years so it will be a big adjustment not having access to free babysitters at a moment’s notice. However, I’m thankful to have a brother-in-law and sister-in-law that will be living less than a mile away once we get there. Charlee is SO excited to “live with Guh-Guh.” She’s in for a bit of a disappointment.
We bought a house and are closing on April 28. I’m afraid to post pics until I have some “After” shots. It’s a fixer-upper. The same woman lived in it for forty years so it needs a few… ahem… updates. I’m excited to get busy remodeling (Doesn’t everyone say that before they start? Before they wish they’d just knocked the whole thing down?) and have been way too active on Houzz and Pinterest. I literally can’t fall asleep at night because I’m organizing our furniture in my mind.
Clearly, I’m sad to leave. And not just my family, but my friends and the zoo and the library and Chick-Fil-A and the Mall playground. But I’m also so thankful that Clark will be home 40 minutes earlier everyday and won’t have to wake up at 5:30 every morning. He’s worked so hard for our family this past year and never complains. I’m excited that we will be close enough to take him lunch or go to track meets or pick him up from football practice before bedtime. He loves those little girls so much and hates not getting to see them. In fact, since he’s been gone a lot lately for track, tonight he took Charlee on a park and snow-cone date. She was bending at the waist, covering her mouth with both hands, and giggling sadistically, while repeating, “I’m soooo exciiited.” She loves him too, I think.
So we’re off to begin a new adventure. This is about as small of a move we could make, but it’s a move nonetheless.
Baby steps. Baby steps. You can just call me Bob.