Scenes from a new life.

Moving Part III: We're warriors

Sunday was unexpectedly emotional.

When you have so much history in one place, emotion is inevitable. 

R and I grew up in the same town, so every corner has some kind of memory waiting to be remembered.

We have our own memories, memories together, memories with loved ones, memories with those who have passed on. 

I love our hometown. I love the cats that run around the neighborhood begging for rubbies and food. I love the over-sized oaks and quiet streets. I love that the snow-cone guy is still at the corner and every time I see a peacock on someones roof, I am taken back to a time when my family was all in one place.

 

As we were deciding what would stay and what would go to PSL with us, I could feel my chest get heavy as I remembered the first time I walked through that front door seven years prior to meet the person who would become my best friend and future husband. 

I don't remember all the fine details of that evening; but I do remember being 4 hours late for my curfew, and having to borrow a sweater because R kept his room very, very cold.

I remember running across the yard to my Grand Marque, rushing to get home to catch a few hours of sleep before R and I made our first trip to Blue Springs State Park. It never occurred to me that my tardiness might get in the way of my plans for the day.. Luckily dad was sleeping heavily, and my dog has always good at keeping my secrets. 

That day I would have never guessed that seven year later we'd be engaged and packing up a U-Haul with our belongings to start our lives together. We've come so far as individuals and as a couple. 

We were kids back then, and I am sure when we are 35 we will be saying the same thing about 25.

On Sunday we got to officially start our new chapter, and despite a couple of bumps in the road, we made it to Port Saint Lucie relatively unscathed. We're completely exhausted but that California King that we shoved up the stairs feels like sleeping in the clouds, it's glorious.

Some pictures 

 "YOU quit it! Stop taking my picture, go back in the house and lay down"

haha.

I spent the day yesterday unpacking everything-- by the end of the day, we'll have a box-free abode. 

I should get an unpacking award. 

I'm looking forward to catching up on my blog-life, I miss my voyeuristic lifestyle.

For now, I must catch up on missed Weeds and Big C episodes.

(Okay, and The Real Housewives of BH and NJ too)

xo, 

r

Moving Part II

Well.. We're in Orlando now, and it's been a day.

I've been moving a lot the past few years.
This year alone I have moved 3 times.

It always rains when I move.

B ut.. that's okay, I've never minded the rain, and I usually pack my stuff in plastic bins anyway.

This move we've been lucky.. No rain.

So.

In leu of rain, I got a big ass nail in my foot while checking out the truck at uhaul today.

Lame.

That was fun.

I am not fond of injections, so I am waiting for the lock jaw to kick in before getting a tetanus shot.

o __O

Maybe I will get one later.. I am just really paranoid that the injections they tell you to get every some odd years are the governments way of keeping our minds under their control.

Ya know, like they do with Chem-trails

Seriusly trust no one, our government has WAY too much money to be trusted.

.

The good news is, my love feels bad that I am in so much pain (seriously, nails suck) and has forbidden me from further moving festivities... Which means mo more lifting heavy things up stairs any more.

Now I just get to dictate where things go and how to load up the moving van.

I am a good manager.

I should have stepped on a nail sooner, that would have saved me a lot of trips up and down stairs.

I hope the weekend has been nail in foot free for all.

Xo,

R

Moving Part I

The day started with loading my car with the final items I took with me to my grandfathers house. 

My guitar, ukulele.. patio furniture.. plants and of course El Tres Gatos.

Kisses were exchanged between the species. 

I guess their indifference towards each other all summer was just a show.

Rudy was very sad to see his kitty friends leave.

~

Since R's former roommate is still moving things out of the master bedroom... I was forced to stop the unpacking process.. I think he might think it was rude of me to pack up the room for him... Right? 

Don't give me any ideas.

So I was forced to enjoy a glass of vino (or two) on the terrace while dinner cooked. (shucks)

I really enjoy my plants and September evenings AND red wine..

I invited R's coworker for dinner since we was being a dear and helping R out with his car. 

Rob has a lot of Ryan and Brian friends in PSL.
This could get confusing.

Now I am off to Sam's Club, so I can spend money to save money. 

xo,

r

Finally

The day R and I have been talking about for months has finally arrived.

(Okay lets get real, I haven't shut up about it and he humors me by saying things like; Everything is going to be so awesome once you are here or Life will be a lot better when we are living together or my favorite I know muffin, you are very excited..)

I have been living in and out of boxes since February.

 

As I am sure I have mentioned more than once I lost my real job in January; this was something I had been quietly anticipating the 3 months prior as I was working in the home building industry and I knew we were spending more money than we were making. That almost always = lay offs for the bottom of the food chain (such as myself).

{I've managed to at least organize a fore mentioned boxes and hang some curtains, that's a start right?}

Luckily I had been saving some money for a wedding I was suppose to attend (and didn't), so that allowed me to live in my apartment a little bit longer than I would have otherwise. 

All good things have endings so I swallowed my pride and rented a room from my grandmother for 2 months and this summer I took care of my grandfathers property and beloved golden retriever whist he and his wife summered in Europe. 

Life has a funny way of working out if you are flexible, but I am really ready for the new chapter to begin-- and by the grace of the universe it has. 

While I really appreciate the time I have been able to spend with my grandparents, living in someone elses home (with your three cats I might add) makes relaxing a thing of the past; Someone elses stuff, someone elses life.. someone elses everything.. It's hard.

I am sure they will be happy to have their lives back to normal as well.

ANYWAY. I am sorry I have been a bad blogging friend, I have been limited to my iPhone since I have been back and forth so much-- I'm reading, just not commenting (I cant figure the stupid thing out), but all my negligence should end after this weekend. 

I hope all of my "blogging friends" are behaving themselves (at least a little) and living well. 

Peace and Love, 

Ryan