Still Putting One Foot In Front of the Other

You know, I really like to blog.  I'm not very disciplined about it, and sometimes I'll go long spells without blogging.  It's not because I'm suffering some sort of blogger burn out.  I just don't think I'm very interesting.  My life is pretty mundane most of the time.  I usually get on here and update a little thing or two, or tell you what I'm thinking or some great idea.  I kind of like doing that, but I don't want to bore people (as if there were a lot of people actually reading my blog that I might bore).  But still.... I tend to not blog often because I haven't got a lot going on.

For example:
Nothing really new, just renewed excitement!  My last post was sort of half excited and half out of gas.  My loneliness, my lack of sleep and the confusion of the moment sort of threw me for a loop.  It's a much more emotional time than I had anticipated.  I'm not sad to be leaving, or mooning over "all those good ol' times" we spent here for the last 19 years.  No, I'm more -- well -- testy.  I'm a bit short and impatient.   I have no desire to be here or to interact with 'here' any more.  Home has shifted in my mind and gone back east with my husband, so I am tending toward being detached, and I am morphing into sort of a hermit.  A few more weeks and I should be back to my perky self.

We are well on the way to moving, now, so I'm spending more of my time being happy and excited, even though I don't really want to be social.  It dawned on me that we're talking about weeks now, and not months or years any more.  That is very exciting!  It has been a long wait.  Things are a lot different than we had imagined.  The plans have changed many times over the course of our dreaming stage, as I like to call it.  It has turned out much differently than we'd thought it might, and we're going to a place we hadn't considered, but we are sure it is the right move to make, and we're happy to be going.

We're going to a little town about fifteen or twenty minutes outside of Fort Worth, Texas.  It's funny, I'd never considered Texas.  I don't know anything about it and I've never really been there other than to  pass through en route to someplace else. I have spent some serious internet time in the late night hours with the little Google Earth man, walking the streets of small Texas towns, looking at the trees and the neighborhoods.  Technology is wonderful.  It looks nice, what I can see of it.  It looks quaint and rural.  That's just what I was hoping for.

I think we have decided to have the travel trailer hauled by someone who hauls things for a living.  We have considered having my husband get another truck and pull it back, then I could pull the luggage trailer with the truck we have.  That would solve two problems:  getting the trailer there and getting my husband a truck. He needs one.  It would also save the money we will have to pay for the hired guy to haul it.   However, my husband would have to take that week off of work and lose that pay, as well as decide whether or not to buy a truck there, drive it here and then back, or come here, find something quickly (not a great plan) and then drive it back.  We decided we wouldn't save much by the time he missed the week's worth of work, and then if he needs to take a few days off to help get it all set back up he can at least spend it with me, at home.

It's all starting to sink in and feel real.   I like it.

Texas.  Who'da thunk it?  We may move on from there someday, then again we may fall in love with it and stay forever.  Who knows.   For now it all sounds great.  We're just going to play it by ear.