Tuesday, July 19, 2011

And Then My Life Gets Crazier

Rex and I in Texas May 2010

So if any of you follow me on twitter, you've already heard about my freaking out about this move. If you haven't, well, just keep reading.

We are moving to Texas. Which is about 1500 miles away. And we will be moving with an one year old, seven chihuahuas, a bearded dragon, and possibly four water turtles. And all the crap in our storage unit. My blood pressure is already creeping up as I type this. And we leave August 12, which is less than a month away. Holy jumping junipers batman.

Truth be told, we've wanted to move for awhile. California is just not our cup of tea anymore. The budget cuts, the bs, and the fact that they keep cutting education. We want the best for our little bug and we don't think we can find it here. So a spot opened up in Texas in Rex's company and after a week over agonizing about it, we decided to do it. We have always had my parents as a safety net in many ways out here and we really want to get out on our own and I guess be fully "grown up."  Rex's mom, sisters, grandma, and uncle are out there, but aren't in any position to help us out, at least financially. We decided we need to be the adults that we are and be good with our money. We've gotten a lot better since Ky came around, but we weren't very good about saving up for a house and stuff since we were living rent free with my parents. So it was a hard decision. And we are hoping and praying that it's the right thing to do. Every time we were out visiting relatives in Texas it just felt right. Like we belonged and could raise our children there and be content.

We are moving to a small town (population 900) about 45 minutes east of San Antonio. It's the kind of place I've wanted to live in since I was a kid. First of all it's green. I have lived in the desert my whole life, and while it is beautiful, I have always wanted to be someplace green, where I could plant a huge garden and have flowers growing everywhere. And have lots of room for our kids to play and possibly have horses and cows and chickens.  Secondly, People are friendlier. They wave to you. I live in a smallish town and over the years people have become more and more hostile and rude. Also, there are a lot of job opportunities there for us. Rex, as a diesel mechanic, can get lots of side work by working on trucks and tractors out here. After we get settled in, I'm going back to school to get my degree (in either teaching or nursing, I would really love to be a lactation consultant). Lastly, it's a place we want Kylie and any other children we might have, to grow up in. Where they can run and play and be wild. Where they can be close to nature and appreciate it. Where we can have a community that looks out for one another.

It makes it easier to accept it when I think of those things. What makes it hard is that we are venturing into the unknown. Both Rex and I have lived in this town since we were born.  All of my family is within a six hour drive. All of our friends that we grew up with are here. Our coworkers. The sweet lady that does my hair for $50. Our credit union. Our pediatrician.  Ky's babysitter who is also Rex's best friend.  Everyone.  Though we just found out that our best man from our wedding who is in the Navy and his family are being moved to San Antonio in September.  I think all of us are grateful for having friends less than an hour away.  I'm nervous because I've always been within walking distance of my parents. And as much as they drive me crazy sometimes, I love them with my whole heart, and I really thought I'd never live without them.  Especially when my mom breaks down into tears while telling our neighbors that we are moving.

Kylie helping to pack :)
It's really hitting me now that we are packing our things up and sorting through our storage unit.  Trying to decide what we want to take with us and what we want to sell, giveaway, trash.  I just applied for a transfer at my work yesterday for a store in San Antonio.  Our dogs know something is up because they've been super cuddly and clingy lately.  Kylie has been a bit more cranky since we are pretty preoccupied with all of this moving stuff so she as been able to spend more time with my parents before we move.  Though she does love to play in all the boxes.  Yesterday she spent a half an hour in a box playing with old VHS tapes (those went into the trash pile since we don't own a VCR ha ha).

So thank you for letting me get this all out and if you understood my jumbled thought process about this, I definitely applaud you!  Somehow we'll make it through this, and we will be stronger for it.


  1. I feel your pain. Moving stinks. My husband and I recently moved from Boston to NY with a 6 months old. We spent 7 months living in my parents basement (they have a tiny 1BR apt down there) while we saved money and looked for a house. Finally, in Feb we closed on a house.

    Looking back on it now, it was worth it and I'm glad we did it. That said, I never want to move again!!

    Good luck with everything. Hopefully it won't be long before you look back and say it was worth it and I'm glad we did it.

    (Found you via the TAT blog hop!)

  2. Wow, you guys are brave! Good luck with everything! I will be checking in to see how it is going!

    New follower from the blog hop!
    ♡ Kyna

  3. good luck with the move! it does sound very scary, but VERY exciting at the same time. so many new things to explore!

  4. Thank you ladies for the words of encouragement! I'll be sure to keep y'all updated!

  5. Wow you really painted an amazing picture of where you're moving to! Moving really does suck, but you'll be so happy once it's over!

    We used to have a bearded dragon- they're so cool! I can't wait to get another one some day. :o)

    For Love of Cupcakes


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