For anniversary purposes? No. Final closure? Not at all...
It just seems to me, that in order for you, to be more understanding of us, you would have to know my true emotions...
Since the idea of a relationship with this fellow arose in late 2009 I always imagined a move to be inevitable. Both of us grew up mostly in our home towns of San Diego and Los Angeles, both loved our cities very much. I had no family in LA nor he in SD, so when it came to decide who goes where, we looked at our jobs.. And well 10 years under his belt with his company kicked my 5 month old jobs butt....Not 3 months after meeting we decided that September would be our moving month. I would look for a job, settle with schools for the boys and find a home big enough for the five of us.
We spent what seemed like an eternity doing 2 hour night/day and weekend trips back and forth from SD to LA. Not to mention hundreds of dollars in gas, train rides and overrage charges on our mobile phones.
On a regular lonely 3am morning, with the bf on the phone, we started out jokingly to discuss the idea of moving at that moment. And what started as a joke ended with us deciding to quit my job and move 3 months earlier than planned. "Put in your two weeks", he said, "ok", I replied, "tomorrow" he said, "really"? I asked, "YES"!!!!!!!!!!!
I could hardly contain myself!
The days to come were filled with bliss and pretty thoughts of of the "easy" move i had presumed..
Unknowingly I was in for the ride of my life.
Breaking the new to friends and family was hard. None but a handful were supportive of my decision. Expected enough, since I had only know this man for a good 4 months. So my two hands were left to sort and pack 7 years of our lives. Since we were moving out of small house into an equally small apartment, I had to part with many of our belongings. That which my family seemed to receive with open arms, only to remove what they wanted, offering no help with anything else.
Caffeine binges and my bf support helped me to be ready and out the door in 2 weeks. 2 weeks from the day I notified my employer to the 2 hr drive to LA.
I was nervous, excited, tired and sort of sad.
Surely I wasn't going to be convinced to stay. But at least I would think that they would express their feelings. Good or bad. Instead they stayed away. Highly unlike them, they left me alone.
I had my work cut out for me in the home. Cleaning up a bachelor pad was by far the hardest most pain stacking taskI have ever came across. Years and years of build up took me about 3 weeks to be clear up, and 1 month to completely be livable in. With the children home for the summer, I felt as if my days didn't end. Waking up to clean, unpack, throw away, kids, kids and kids.
I managed to pull it off but it took a huge toll on me. I felt fairly alone, not living a real life just that of cleaning, chores and boxes. My patience seemed to be cut down to at least half of whats sensible. The constant routine hit me so bad that at one point i wondered if this was a well worth trip.
But after settling everything, putting my children in school and taking time to myself I realized that it was and will be. My patience, something that time has slowly permitted me to gain back, im still working on,
I seem to understand now the horror stories linked to moving. It was hard on all of us.
Them adjusting to new people in their life, Us adjusting to less.
But we are here and mostly likely, here for good. The thought of moving again makes me cringe.
But with such a big family a move to a new bigger home is also inevitable.
I have recently found a job which will definitely help us in monetary sense, and to ease tension with all of us.
Especially since we will be able to utilize the luxury of "hired movers"
