In case you haven't been around, we moved to a little town outside of San Jose, California. It was really sudden. We made the decision we were moving sometime around August 1st, then we were out of town until the 6th, then we moved on the TWENTY-THIRD.
It's been insane.
Almost as insane as my baby is cute.
Mostly, I was really excited about moving. I have been in such a rut, I wlecomed the chance to start over. I thought the move would be a fun adventure. I thought it would feel exciting.
It has been exciting. And fun. But it's also been pretty lonely.
I didn't really expect that.
To be honest, I think I was under the misconception that moving would solve all my problems and somehow all the things I wanted to change about my life would be changed in an instant. I don't know why I thought that. Maybe a coping mechanism?
Somehow I'd magically lose the 18 extra pounds I've been killing myself to GETTHEHECKOFFOFME since Ainsley was born.
Suddenly I'd be the perfect homemaker, making beautiful meals from scratch and have a perfectly organized pantry. Maybe my movies would even be alphabetized. You know, just the important things in life.
Ainsley would start sleeping.
My PPD would vanish.
I'd make tons of life-long friends that I instantly felt connected to.
I would all of a sudden like working out. (HA. What was I thinking...)
I would have lots of energy.
I would be the perfectly put together mom complete with make-up and combed hair (that rarely happens...especially together).
Sleep would come easily and the bags under my eyes would disappear.
My attention span would last longer than the time it takes to say "C is for Cookie" three times fast.
I would finally get around to all the stuff I wanted to do. (I know. Just a few posts ago I wrote about how you don't have to do it all now. Turns out I'm not perfect at taking my own advice. Go figure.)
(our neighborhood. Isn't it beautiful?)
Well....none of those things have happened. I'm working towards them, but the move wasn't a magical fix. Sometimes life is hard. My easy button is broken, goshdanggit.
But, there have been a lot of great things about the move. My husband is happy and loves his job. I know that I have enough money to pay for groceries. We have a very old, but perfect for our needs home. The weather is amazing here. Most people are nice, who cares if they're all over the age of 75? (no really). The move has strengthened our marriage. There are so many fun things to do here. Have I mentioned that it's beautiful?
Basically, if we had to move, this is about as good as it can get.
Someone gave me some really good advice recently. He told me to envision what you want your life to be, and then make it happen. It's not happening all at once, but I'm working towards my goals. I've really tried to be proactive about meeting people. I've been going to events in the area. I've tried to talk to new people (Totally out of my comfort zone). I'm really trying to be organized and change out of sweat pants every once in awhile. (points for me!)
I don't know why I'm writing this. Maybe just to say moving is hard? Still, I'm really grateful for the opportunity. Mostly, I'm grateful to have my two best friends by my side no matter what. Man, I love those people. I feel so blessed.