Weird

Apr 20, 2008 00:03

Well, some of you may know that my husband and I had plans to move into a townhouse with my brother. The idea is that we could all split the rent and save money for a year.

I've moved a lot in life, but I've NEVER gotten used to it. We're not even 100 feet from our previous apartment, and I still feel weird.

Call me emo, but I think maybe when I was little, I equated moving with death of some sort. Maybe it was the whole prospect of dropping everything and never seeing your friends again. Every time I moved, I "died", and when it was over, I had to begin my life over again. That included my childhood in a way, and it made my middle school life into hell. I wanted to imagine fairytale worlds, but all the other kids had already moved on to makeup. The first friend I made in Albuquerque left me, because the "popular" crowd told her to. I spent my first year in high school hiding under the bleechers.(sp?)

I wanted to have friends that I could spend my life with, since my whole life was about saying goodbye. I think, looking back, this explains a lot of my current personality, and my fear of moving. Even these days, after long settling down, this life-long seems impossible. I have never been more thankful for my husband than tonight.

We haven't moved the cable yet. Good thing I have my PDA.
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