Wednesday, July 4, 2007

moving westward

“Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.” -Dr. Seuss

We're coming back. That's the plan.

After living here on the sandy peninsula of Codness, we have chosen to remove ourselves to the Rockies. Why you may ask? Because we can. Simple as that.

Why don't you buy a house here? Have children? Settle down? (my mother) - because we don't want to - on all points. Nor do we have to. We have not chosen the traditional (and expected) route for married couples.

Practically speaking, housing prices are prohibitive on the peninsula and desireable jobs/employers are few and far between. Besides mom, we already own a home. Which is almost entirely paid off. It's just 2,000 miles away.

We haven't started packing yet and we're leaving in a month. Gulp. Most of our things will be in a local storage unit awaiting our return in the Spring when we set up a yurt to live in on the croquet court at Trout Towers.

My moving back from Vermont in April of 1996 was supposed to be temporary. I even kept a job there that I commuted to on the weekends throughout the summer. I grew up on this peninsula and fled the territory after graduation. I despised living here and vowed never to return. I also swore I would never marry someone I went to high school with either. The universe surely does have a sense of humor.

Why I stayed this time? There were lessons to learn and people to know and teachers to meet. A lot of things happened in my life in that time, most good, some not so much. I lost my last two grandparents, moved four times, had eight jobs (not all at once), owned three different cars (not all at once either - that's my husband), developed a taste for sushi and Wellfleet oysters, and trod water waiting for my life to happen.

It took most of those 11 years to realize that life was indeed happening all around me and to embrace the opportunities that came my way, not just ignore them while waiting for the next one that might be better. I have girl-friends for the first time in my life. Seriously, I've thought most women as too mean and petty to even deal with. I'm a smug married with an amazing husband. I learned what the meaning of trust is. And trusting myself. I learned to let go of the things in my life that don't serve me, even if it hurt. And I learned that you can overcome anything programmed into you from your childhood.

So, I'm trusting that this move is the right thing to do.

Egads, does this mean I'm a grown up?

PS: Did I mention that I love, love, love the mountains?

our friends

“Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.” -Dr. Seuss

We have amazing friends. I can't say that enough. Every time I look at our wedding party photo on the wall, I get get goosebumps. When I get the "tiki" email from Jenny. When Mike calls to say he's on his way from points far away. When our musician friends want to help launch my husband's singing career. When Susan wants to watch "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart Club" with Peter Frampton and the BeeGees. When Liam comes over with a bootleg of banned/politically incorrect Warner Brother cartoons to watch.

We can all say what we feel without fear of offense. We are all honest with each other. If something is bothering someone, it gets talked about. Dinner bills are split equally with no quibbling. The most childish jokes and entertainment are delightful and memorable: Paula fan dancing with turkey decorations, Mike's rendition of fairy while playing Outburst, Jill & Wendy's "sister, disco, rainbow" in another Outburst game. Deanna dancing to "Maniac" and peeing herself (she's pregnant). It goes on. And on.

"The Friends" as my little friend Lucy calls us, are just who they are with each other and never pretend to be anything other than their authentic selves. Who could ever ask for more?

New members are born into the circle and some even elect to join willingly. Recently one of the founding members of "the Usual Suspects" (which is our local "club" that enjoys having birthday celebrations together - well, just eating together, screw the birthdays) mentioned that she sometimes felt a little awkward with her two children in tow. Well my friend, they are most assuredly part of the group. Not only as extensions of you and your husband, but as persons in their own right who make their own contributions to the world of our friends. Besides, who would I color with while you take a smelly Shorty outside?

Our most heartfelt gratitude for making our lives better for your presences in it. Thank you to all who will read this and to all who don't even know that I have. My husband and I are truly blessed.

instead of working

My husband refers to me as his "semi-retired" wife. I took the summer off.

For the second time.

The first time turned out to be a nightmare as the 401K that I hoped to have cashed out and was told all was a go in April before I quit being employed by a pompous liar with a Napoleon complex in May, now actually turned out to not be happening until September. I got the check at 2pm on December 31.

I scrambled though several part time jobs, one of which was working for the Wellfleet Beachcomber managing their retail inventory. Yessiree, I do know my way around an Excel spreadsheet and it makes my little Virgo heart happy to instill order on chaos.

In desperation, I took a full-time job in August which turned out to be more horrible than the French Revolution. Napoleon was now a paranoid Scorpio woman with control issues. I bided my time and took their money and tried not to cry before going to work.

I quit in May. I told them I was moving but I neglected to mention when. Now armed with a full bank account and no debt, I was prepared to do as little as possible. I am accomplishing this with aplomb.

I work for the Wellfleet Beachcomber 2 1/2 days a week. I sometimes work for Sumptuous Foods Catering. I go to the beach. I have read six trashy 500+ page novels in two weeks. Really trashy. The Library Ladies are so disproving that I have to wear my sunglasses and hat when I go pick them up and then furtively scurry away hoping that the new Ladies won't remember my face and point in horror when they see me in the grocery store.

I've played croquet on a Monday morning with friends and made new ones. I've played with the cats all day (which really pissed them off when they were sleeping). I go out to lunch with friends. Sometimes I nap. I go to yoga and ball class several mornings a week. I even stay up until 11 because I can.

I have not packed. Anything.

Have I mentioned that we are moving? To Colorado. In August.

Of this year.