You know that part that gets me in Sweet Home Alabama? The “home Alabama” part. Because as of Sept 1st, Alabama is home. Birmingham to be exact. It’s a little strange. A little lonely. A tad different. A lot the same.
This summer has been just a whirlwind of activity. Mike was asked to come to Birmingham for work. He basically never came back. Ok, he came back once, for 5 days. The whole move happened so fast. He went, he was offered a great position, he accepted, we moved. Pretty much just like that.
Oh, can I tell you how hard it is to move with 2 kids? Even with the moving company packing up our belongings, moves are just so stressful.
I am still stressed. As I sit here in bed waiting for my Nyquil to kick in. There are piles of our things all over our house. A few random boxes left to be unpacked. Pictures that need to be hung. Everything needs to find a place. A new place. Including us.
Mini is already in her place. She started pre-k 3 (omg so cute, details on that later). Mike is in his place, working like crazy. Baby J doesn’t care where he is as long as he is with me. But where am I? Somewhere between Birmingham – Naples and I miss my mommyyyy.
I do have to say that the way the moves happen so fast leave you little time to think. Therefore less time to feel anxious or get nervous. I really feel like moving from home to Naples a couple of years ago really prepared us to move this far from family. I know Naples was only a 2 hour drive from “home”, but it still put distance between us. Now there is a lot of distance. A plane ride of distance. Make that 2 plane rides. Damn ATL layover.
But everything will fall into place. I will remember which drawer I put the silverware in. I will stop fighting with this new cable company. I will learn how to pull my car into the sideways facing garage. (Maybe.) I will build a life here. Because if this is where my family needs to be, well this is where I am.
Sweet Home Alabama.