And the move goes on

We are in between residences.  I can't begin to tell you how painful it is to have to purge thru our belongings.  It is especially painful for two procrastinators who keep putting things off.

All I can say is "I can't wait until August" when the move will be complete one way or another. We have been throwing out things we didn't realize we were hording. Like 12 or more half-empty bottles of shampoo and conditioner.  Another dozen or so containers of some type of sunscreen.  Makeup; enough to stock up a store's makeup counter and some diffuser attachments to hair dryers that died and were replaced years ago. This alone came out from our master and guest bathroom cabinets.

The hardest part has been deciding what to sell or donate.  We keep having the same discussions of why much of "my honey's stuff" (things he owned before we married) are being purged and have been disposed of over the years as to "my stuff" (things I acquired before we met) that are being kept! One simple reason.  "My stuff" isn't junk!  (Note: we have learned to call it all "our"stuff except when we are campaigning to keep or dispose of something.)  I took the time and had the discipline to save for the best quality I could afford.  My honey, well ...  He is a guy (though I know it is offensive to stereotype).  His furniture was functional and that is about the most positive thing I can say!

There are things I owned before him that aren't making the cut, but it is definitely noticeable how very little of his furniture will be coming along with us.  Yes, we've been together a few years but not long enough not to remember who owned what.  Actually there aren't many pieces of furniture we've purchased since we've been together.  We've mostly invested in upgrading electronics.

Anyways, "The Great Summer Migration of 2014" goes on.  I ask that you send us some "good ju-ju" or if you are the praying type a big prayer to help us survive it.

Moving back “home”

After 5 years of living in a town 35 miles north of San Antonio we are finally moving back home (to San Antonio).  It is not exactly what I had hoped for, but I trust that everything happens for a reason and “in God’s time”.

We have been living and both working in different cities hoping to lay roots once we managed to move back or a job opportunity took us further away.  I don’t really know why it always felt like a temporary living situation, but the years sure flew by fast. 

It happened that the house we have been leasing was put on the market and since we weren't interested in buying this particular home we had to start looking for a place to move.  At the same time my mother who had been living alone for just a short time (since my sister got engaged and decided to re-marry) was having a difficult time getting accustomed again to an empty house.  On top of that, right before retirement, my mother’s workplace went thru some changes and that turned out to be a change in her income.  So, “in God’s time” the chance to move back to San Antonio came our way.  We will be moving in with my mother.  (Pause for all those screaming at the thought of moving back in with their parents.)

So it isn't the ideal move, but it will be a chance to help my mom and help ourselves.  We will be able to save a bit while my honey tries to switch jobs and hopefully find another job in San Antonio or a better opportunity takes us elsewhere.  Mom won’t be so lonely, will get some financial relief and will have a chance to see if she could live with us “in her old age”.

It may be strange to some, but in my family the thought of our mother (our only parent – Dad passed when I was 9) living alone at an age when things may start becoming difficult for her is horrific. My brother and I both have told her time and time again that we want her to move in with either one of us when she is ready. It is something I informed/discussed with my honey long before we considered marriage. The timing couldn't have been planned better.  Concern over my mom had made my brother begun considering the option to get a bigger house or renting his current home and move his family into mom’s place since there is more room.  The hesitation was my nephew would be in a different school district.

Anyway, things are working out without any obstacles.  I am very fortunate my honey actually likes my mother, and she thinks he is a great guy and wonderful son-in-law. We’ll see how things go; in the meantime there is purging and packing ahead of us.

Time off to consider

I knew this blog would have to evolve.  I actually ran out of things to say and life has been happily passing by.  I didn't want my post to become meaningless blabber..  For a moment I even considered posting a recipe just to post something.  After almost 5 years of marriage (thought this blog is much younger) the "novelty" of being married vanished.  What our lives have become are a real marriage!  A marriage with ups and downs, casual memories and difficult decisions.  It has been eyeopening!  How far we've come along.  How blessed we are to have grown in to a partnership, a team..

I intend for my writing to be about a couple in their forties.  The challenges, the future and most of all the simple joy of loving your mate.