For those of you unaware of my current status and wondering about my absence of posting on here in the past few weeks…..we are in the middle of a major relocation. Last year in August, my husband took a new position, we put our house on the market, and moved to Saint Michaels, Maryland, right on the Chesapeake Bay. However, being a girl not too great with change, I didn’t adjust too well to being so far out of my element. The little town we lived in is picturesque, lovely, and a hot-spot for artistic and nautical tourism in the summer but the rest of the year it’s very, very quiet (by quiet I mean the entire place was dark by 8.30p, not a house light in sight except mine!) and very removed from anything I consider civilization. My son’s school there had I think 39 kids in their graduating class the year before we moved there. Now that is a SMALL school! It was a great year for him with tons of individualized attention at school and the small-town girls going crazy for him, but for me it was very different and very difficult.
From Saint Michaels, it’s about an hour drive to get to Annapolis (major city where I could get a decent beautician, any sort of normal shopping, a good meal not involving seafood, and see traffic and families our age) incurring a toll on the Bridge (this would be the famous Chesapeake Bay Bridge) and a lot of fuel every time I made the trip. Being so far removed from all my family, we had no backup or anyone that could get to my son if needed so I wasn’t able to feel comfortable enough with that amount of time to do that trek while he was in school in case something would happen either with him, with me getting stuck in traffic on the Bridge, or some other weird fluke (I know I’m a worrier). So I was pretty much consigned to staying “on my side” of the Bridge and there just wasn’t a lot there that I needed. Add to that the fact that most of the people who live in Saint Michaels year round are of the 70+ age bracket and I found myself in my forties living the life of a retiree.
Enter Mary, who if you’ve read my previous post (found here), you’ll know was my ultra-cool, always-up-for-anything, 80-year-old next-door neighbour, now my BFF, and the one who invited me to writing group where I embarked on this new hobby. Mary and this wonderful close-knit group really did save my sanity I think. It gave me something to focus on and a new outlet for growth even when I was living in a place so foreign to all I knew. It also gave me people I “knew” and a better group of people could not be found anywhere I’m sure. Although they were all much older than me, they embraced me and encouraged my writing and made me feel a vital part of the group. For me, that group was the hardest thing to leave behind with this move.
Anyway, currently, we’ve made the move from Maryland back to Pennsylvania to a place about 2 hours north of where our home is outside of Pittsburgh. My husband asked his new company for a transfer to get me back on home ground and him out of a 2-hours-each-way daily commute to work in Washington DC (yet another fluke perhaps we’ll go into another time) and it finally came through. But I guess to be accurate, I should say, my son and I have made the move. My husband was involved in getting us physically moved and set up in the new rental property, but he is now set up himself in a hotel in VA for the month of August while he trains his replacement. Sound confusing yet? Well, let’s take it a step further.
In the middle of all this prep for our relocation, our house sold. Hence, in addition to trying to leave one rental, set up a new rental, enroll in a new school, get different state/facility certifications for my husband’s transfer, deal with utilities, get our bearings, and set my husband up in Virginia in a hotel, we now have to clear our house and get our stuff into a storage unit somewhere.
When we put the house on the market, the realtor told us the house would show better with our stuff still in it, so we moved to Maryland with our house intact and us taking only the bare minimum with us. So we have a house we’ve lived in for almost 20 years still basically fully intact (meaning we have a whole lot of junk to wade through now). Just to make it a bit simpler for you……currently, we are living in 2 different states and meeting at “home” on the weekends to try and pack it all up and get it out of here by mid-September when the buyers want to close this deal.
So dear readers, that’s my world right now. Am quite sorry for the absence on here, but know I’m doing my best to keep up with your writings and commenting when I can. We’re very tired and working from the time we get up in the morning till we collapse at night. We’re living surrounded by boxes and indeed, still living out of boxes, and even packing new boxes! I will update as I can and indeed have a little story from yesterday I’m going to try and get down on here soon, but bear with me while we try and get some semblance of normality going on and get us all (and our stuff) back together in one place (or at least 2 places relatively close together since the house furnishings will have to go into storage until we decide if we want to buy a new home in our new location!)
Photo credit again given to a quick Image search on Google (no time to take my own pix lately! I wonder why….)