Memorial Day weekend will find my family and I memorializing our time in Minnesota as we close this chapter of our lives and start the Colorado one. It’s exciting. It’s terrifying. The day I found out (Friday) I spent the entire afternoon laying in my bed weeping and watching a Call the Midwife marathon. (If you ever feel like your life is bad try watching a destitute British prostitute from the 1950’s have a baby with no meds, get sent to a convent and then have her baby taken away for adoption. Oh, and did I mention the girl is 15? There are problems and then there are Problems. But don’t let that scare you off the show – it’s as beautiful as it is gritty! Lots of babies! Coming out of very anatomically correct places! See – you totally want to watch this now!) Moving makes me sad. Babies make me happy. Both make me cry! There was a lot of crying Friday. My kids thought I’d lost my mind. And I kinda had.
I’m in the mourning phase of moving. Like I explained to my ecstatic-to-have-a-new-job husband, it’s not that I’m not excited or happy, it’s just that first I need to be sad about all the amazing, wonderful, one-of-a-kind people we’re leaving behind. We made friends that are like family to us and, let’s be honest, leaving all my Gym Buddies/Turbo Buddies is going to be wrenching. It’s so bad, I can’t even think about it right now without getting slightly hysterical. These girls have got me through some seriously crazy stuff and I love them all like sisters.
Yet I know I’ll love Colorado when I get there. And I know this because I’ve loved every place I’ve ever lived (Okay, with the exception of west Philadelphia. Ugh.) and that’s been a lot of places. Because I’m a mover. And my husband’s a mover. After reading through all the replies on Facebook to my announcement I’ve decided that people are either movers or stayers. The latter group has stayed in one place for most of their lives and can’t imagine why anyone would want to leave such a great thing. The former never stay in any place long and can’t imagine why anyone would want to stay in one spot when there are so many great things to be seen. And there’s nothing wrong with being a Mover or a Stayer. But, and I’m totally over generalizing here, it seems as if you’re either one or the other. Even if you’re a mover who ended up staying somewhere, you still have that attitude of “Wouldn’t it be fun to go…” And if you’re a stayer who got moved around a lot, you still feel that inexorable pull towards home. Maybe that’s the main difference: Stayers have a physical home. Movers have more of a conceptual home. One is tied to geography while the other is tied to a feeling. Both are good. Both are bad. Both have a hard time understanding each other, frankly.
But all of that is neither here nor there. The real issue at hand is that my husband’s first day of work is the day after Memorial Day which means we have THREE WEEKS to get all our crap in a van, do a quick headcount of the kids and head for the hills. It’s fast. It’s stressing me out. This blog is going to suffer. Sorry, I really wish I could keep all my balls in the air but at the moment I’m about to be crushed by one very huge, immediately pressing circus ball: The Move. I can’t think about anything else. All my spare anxiety has been relocated from my thighs to finding a good school district for my kids. (Which is probably a good thing, actually.) I’m going to do my best but I just wanted to warn you in advance. There might be silence. There might be an onslaught of crazy. There might be panic attacks and emotional eating and overly personal confessions. Or it might all go totally smoothly and I’ll look like a dork for worrying so much. I don’t know.
All I do know is that I’ve got to get out of bed, stop crying and get to work.
Saturday morning was a good way to do that. Gym Buddy Allison picked me up bright and early for the Run or Dye race we’d signed up for together months ago. Even though I’ve stressed myself into a nasty cold, I wasn’t going to let her down and miss our last race together. It was a riot. We got colored powder dumped all over us.
We froze our tushies off (30 degrees. IN MAY. It’s like Minnesota is trying to make me move.).
We may have bogarted the start line after we waited in the cold for an hour and 20 minutes and still couldn’t even see the start line. (Seriously, this race was SO poorly organized that I don’t even feel the tiniest bit bad for sneaking around the barriers and dropping into the pack like a paparazzo after Kate Middleton.)
We ran. We took a bunch of pictures (the whole point anyhow right?).
And then we added an extra mile to our run because Allison’s car was over its time limit on the parking meter so we couldn’t wait for the shuttle or else she’d end up with a $100 fine for a race souvenir.
Then we did this:
Lastly, Allison told me she learned the “cups” song from Pitch Perfect (“You’re Gonna Miss Me When I’m Gone” by Anna Kendrick), using the cup and everything! So when it came on the radio, it seemed fittingly bittersweet. And I’m not going to lie: I had tears in my eyes listening to her sing it.
I am going to miss you when you’re gone. So so hard.
So don’t be shy, tell me your Number (of moves): are you a Mover or a Stayer? What’s your favorite place you’ve ever lived? Have you got in on the color run trend yet? What did you think? Lastly, if anyone has any advice for me on where to live in the west Denver metro area, pleeeeease tell me!
One last q: Should we bring the cat with us? We love her to death and I’d never leave her except that it appears we are going to have to live in corporate housing (that doesn’t allow pets) for a few months and I’m worried that taking her on an 18-hour car ride, dropping her at a pet sitter and then relocating her to our new house will be altogether too traumatic for her. (Also, like that I’m worrying about this over my cat but not my kids? My kids are awesomely resilient. My cat is brittle.) UPDATE: A couple of people thought this means I’m considering abandoning our cat or dumping her at a shelter. We would never do that – she is part of the family 100%. I was just concerned that all the moving would be too traumatic for her but it seems from the comments it seems that she’ll probably do fine. If anyone has ideas for what to do with her while we are living in corporate housing for three (ish) months that would be great.