Sweet Home Alabama

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.