Not really, it’s actually only been three days since I last posted, but I somehow have that BNL song in my head this morning. Perhaps it’s because in one week I will be living out of boxes and ready to move down the street.
I don’t like chaos. I don’t like flux. I don’t even like spontaneity, truth be told. I know why…I moved a lot when I was growing up and I never really felt like I belonged anywhere. Once you started to sprout and sink roots they were yanked up and moved to the next patch of soil. Some people compensate for that by learning to love adventure. Me? I learned to yearn for the “after the move” time.
Like now. I can’t wait until this time next year in some respects. This time next year I will wake up every morning and see Simon in person, not in 2-D on my laptop screen. This time next year I will be married and moved and hopefully planning visits from my American friends. We will have a house that I won’t have to leave in 6-9 months. I will be settled.
But you know, you can’t ever really say that, can you? What is settled, but saving up energy for the next change in your life? The one thing I can say for sure is that this time next year I will be spending a lot of time in front of the laptop screen again…but this time I will be talking to my new niece or nephew…because I can finally say here at the Lettuce that my sister is pregnant! And I, for one, can’t wait to meet the newest Allen Grady.
Got my wedding dress on Monday so that’s one thing ticked off the list. Oh, two things actually, because the electricity will be transfered to the new house next Friday. Now to take care of the water, gas, and mail delivery…notify my bank…notify all my two credit cards…and hope I haven’t forgotten anything.
Leap…and the net will appear. I just hope it doesn’t have a hole in it.