Episode IX: The Move

Episode IX: The Move

We are T-48 hours from our first big married move. Where did we end up? Camden Town Square. :) 

So I woke up this morning and spontaneously cried. Wonderful, right? I have been de-cluttering (courtesy of Living with Less by what's-her-face) and packing slowly and systematically so as to not jar myself or stress. I thought I was doing a good job--apparently my body disagrees. 

I called one of my mentors (my job comes with two yoda-like Master Jedis of the teaching field to guide me in the ways of the FLVS force) and she told me to runaway with my husband as soon as the last box is in our new place. And you know what? My stress level went from a 13 (on a 1-10 scale, of course) to a 5. 

Anna Maria Island, Sanabel, or St. Augustine? I think it will end up being St. Augustine. :) The boxes will still be there and I'm sure I will systematically and slowly unpack them the same why I packed them during all the "free time" I have while my husband is working late nights at the restaurant. (Sigh.)

Just wrapped up my first year as a teacher, counting down to my first wedding anniversary, and I will be 25 way before I'm ready for that all in the next two months. Life goes fast. I'm kind of over it. Faith and reflection have unburdened me from the frivolous pursuits of big houses, designer clothes and "living the life." I long constantly for more simplicity, more slowness, more of less. And I think to myself how much time, energy, and money I'm saving by grasping that concept now and not in my 40s while my distanced teenagers are locked in their rooms with electronics. I have a chance to change that. 

I don't have to raise my family in a home that centers around cable TV and losing hours to mind-numbing Facebook wall reading. I don't have to raise my kids feeding them foods that business have spent billions of advertising dollars on to make me feel like their products are healthy and more than the over processed and over sweetened synthetics things they truly are. Maybe this is my version of the "young idealism" that my age group is accused of. Or it's the their way of deflecting so they don't have to admit they are falling for all the tricks. 

Ending my weird mental rant. The hubby is home and we're going to plan our trip!