Well, I've officially done it. It all falls down to my decision to let Mike go to that interview in North Carolina. If I hadn't been so darn fed up of sitting in traffic just to get into my neighborhood. Or if we weren't facing the task of finding a new church while running into people from our old church and facing awkward moments. If I hadn't always somehow equated my front room to my mother's death--even though she only stayed one night and actually died in the hosptial. If all those factors hadn't come into play I'd still be living my easily predictable life in San Antonio. But no, I had to grab the moment and do something I'd never done before, allow the possibility of leaving Texas.
I'm here now and it doesn't seem overly inhospitable. I admit the fact that there are more yankees living here than Carolinians is taking a bit of getting used to. North Carolina was the absolute north-most location I was willing to consider. Little did I know they had already all come down here :-)
I admit I feel myself pulling inward. My allergies are out of control, I can't find anything because these people actually believe in tree ordinances, and I still can't believe I don't live in Texas. I know for non-Texans that sounds silly but it's just not something I'd ever thought I'd consider. I know I need to get out of the house and meet people but it just all seems so hard somehow.
Last week I sent the boys to camp at the gym so I was out of the house and exercising--plus searching for curtains, apparently in NC the people strip the windows down the the super-cheap plastic miniblinds when they leave. This week I just want to lay down. Maybe it's the perpetual headache or the stress of having to set everything up again--utilities, tv, internet, the HOUSE! Tomorrow we close on the house. I'm hoping once I can paint the pastel walls and thus get to the point of unpacking everything I will feel more like venturing out!
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