Mentally Moving

From “All over Albany”

Last night, talking to our neighbor friends we are going to miss like crazy, I realized that Amos and I are something of an anomaly in having moved so much.  They were asking us about packing, and we were telling them a little about where we are 8 days out from the move, and the way they reacted – like wow, you guys know how to pack! – made me think about our moving past.  Amos and I have lived together for eight years or so, and in that time we have moved 5, almost 6, times.  I know that I’m the one out of my high school friends who has strayed from our hometown the farthest, and that’s also true in my family.  Amos is different; growing up in St. Louis, having a huge graduating class, he just doesn’t talk about those people anymore.  When you have a close-knit group of 33, you tend to hold on a little more, even if you don’t see them much.

My rambling point is that I feel like a professional mover.  We know how to pack, really pack our things, so everything comes through undamaged.  We start packing weeks in advance to a system that allows us to use the necessities the longest and unpack in an orderly fashion.  Once we’re done, we break down all our boxes – all standard moving boxes, sturdy and stackable – and bundle them according to size (small, medium, large, dish pack, wardrobe).  Even as a child my family moved weirdly a lot.  We weren’t a military family, but we did have some reasons for moving on down the road.

Childhood moves:  7

Adult moves:  9

This move will be my 17th move, my 10th as an adult, my 4th with children, and my 1st that takes less than 12 hours of driving.  Those numbers feel ridiculous.  Each move has had a reason; as a child I was picked up and transplanted for some reason, although I’m not privy to them all, and our adult moves have all made sense, like this one does.  We are both weary of the nomadic life, picking up friends here and there, favorite restaurants and parks scattered all over the eastern half of the US.  That life is kind of fun, in seeing how different people are place to place (and they really are different, in subtle ways that you wouldn’t imagine would even BE changeable), but we would really love a house.  With a garden.  And a swing.

And so in moving back to NY, we are chasing that dream a little.  There we have people, we have parks and restaurants, and we are happy to revisit instead of readjust.  I know you can never step into the same stream twice, but it is at least comforting to recognize the scenery when you’re up to your knees in water.

June in New Jersey

It has been a while since I’ve posted, most directly as a result of my new site The Two R’s.  Here you’ll find my take on reading and writing (not so much the ‘rithmetic).  This is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time, and with Amos’s help in setting up the site, I was finally able to make it happen.

But in the meantime, we have of course still been having lots of fun here in NJ on the weekends!  Recently we visited the Central Park Zoo in NYC, walked the galleries and used book shops in Lambertville, NJ, saw the Franklin Institute in Philadelphia, played sprinklers and water sensory boxes in our swimsuits in the yard, and of course visited the awesome local farmer’s market every Sunday.  The girls and I like summer life, and we especially love it when it’s not 100+ degrees every day for six months out of the year.  I can take the recent heat wave that seems to be affecting almost the entire United States as long as that mess fades before Christmas.

For your viewing pleasure, and since I still have a folder marked “Edit These” with about 300 photos lingering on my desktop, here is Hazel singing a Parliament song (“I know what you can do / let me lay some funk on you”) and another of my big girl Julia walking like a boss at the park.

Short Version: Drive to Philly, Don’t Lose Your Mind

Today we took advantage of living in New Jersey and drove to Philadelphia.  Seriously, all anyone here talks about it how close we are to all this awesome stuff, but a lot of that awesome stuff is in NYC and Philly and not in New Jersey.  So, off we went, for my second visit to the city and everyone else’s first, to spend the day at the Franklin Institute.  Hands down, one of the best science centers I’ve ever been to; only a handful of exhibits were broken, and you all know the percentage is usually closer to 25% (or 100% if you’re talking about Cleveland, but that’s another story).  We pre-ordered tickets, so that meant we just sauntered up in there at 9:30 AM without waiting for a one person and started running through all the exhibits.  Seriously, it had a range of attractions that were only a little over our very precocious, mega genius almost-four-year-old’s head, so we really walked through every room of every floor, exploring everything.  After spending four hours between the three floors, we had a bit of lunch at the Foodworks (not too shabby, but very basic fare), touched everything in the gift shop, and headed home.  The drive was lovely, only partly on a highway, and the worst part of the day was  Jules throwing up in the backseat.  Luckily we were only 15 miles from home, and even more luckily she didn’t throw up again ever, so it was a calamity quickly dealt with.  You have to love a day trip with very little kids that begins with French toast bagels and coffee in the car and ends with steak and a nice cabernet sauvignon.  I mean, seriously – when is the last time you’ve been able to spend all day out with kids and still have time and nerves to grill out and pop a cork when you get home?  I usually never do!  If that is what a trip to Phila is like, then sign me up daily.

 

It’s like crack to me.

The girls and I arrived home today after a long stay with my mama in Alabama.  I’m exhausted and thrilled to be home, full of ideas and plans and things that must be done, one of which is editing the hundreds – seriously – of photos that have accumulated since last August.  I did a little weeding through my pile, tossing out some of the really bad, blurry jobs, and I just had to go ahead and edit this one.  I mean, LOOK AT HER BOOTY ROLLS, Y’ALL.  They were calling to me.

So This is New Jersey

It’s been so long since I updated, so much has happened, that I am just not going to spend all that time recalling, in minute detail, all the stuff we’ve been doing.  I mean, most of it is common to anyone who’s been moving, anyway!  So here’s one of my preferred numbered lists:

  1. We packed, we lived in a hotel for a week (kind of fun, having a staff of sweet maids who tucked in Hazel’s Corduroy every time they made her bed), and then we moved into our apartment and started unpacking.
  2. I unpacked a bunch of stuff we didn’t have out in KC (picture frames, decor stuff, too-small clothes from pre-pregnancy), sorted it, and repacked some things into a smaller number of boxes that are currently lining our garage.
  3. I sorted Christmas, put up our tree, and wrapped stuff.
  4. I’m applying to approximately 100 of the 1500 schools in this densely populated area that offer a MA in English, so I’ve been doing a lot of transcript uploading and statement of purpose writing.
  5. I’m studying for the GRE subject test in literature, so I unpacked a lot of dusty books from my undergrad years and I’m currently sneezing my way through An Introduction to Literary Theory.
  6. We are researching preschools and daycares, which is only slightly less logistically difficult (with one car) than teaching yourself to hang glide with a broken arm.
  7. Amos goes to work, does secret Samsung stuff we can’t talk about, and comes home, shell-shocked from the intense traffic.
  8. Hazel and Julia run and army crawl through their super huge room.  We gave them the bigger bedroom because the smaller one has a bigger closet.

And so there you go.  I haven’t been doing a whole lot of photo-taking, but I do plan on taking some of our place/this cute little town so all you interested family can see.  It’s a curious mix; we live on a rather busy road, but if we walk east about two blocks on some dirty, small, cracked-up sidewalks, we go across a gorgeous river on an old wrought iron bridge and can walk through a couple of blocks of cute shops housed in historic buildings.  AND there is a yarn shop there, with a sort of cutely curmudgeonly proprietor who took away my coffee because “we’ve had spills before.”  One day I’m going to be like that surly old bird.

Overall, though, I think we all like it here.  Now that we’re getting settled, too, I plan to be back blogging like before.  To send you off here’s a hilarious video of Julia discovering one of the snaps on her diaper.  In the background you can hear the wonderful sounds of Hazel whining because she pitched a slapping fit and got sent to her room, by herself, until bath time (she was sitting on her bed, amidst all her toys and books, but was totally miserable because she was segregated from the rest of the fam…ULTIMATE PUNISHMENT).

Double Blegh

We are moving in five days.  We found out about that date two days ago.

I am sick.  AGAIN.

Those two things in combination have been sucking up all my time.  Luckily, I don’t have to pack us; Samsung’s movers are taking care of the packing & moving & some of the bigger unpacking (like putting beds together, that kind of thing – and that’s no little thing for those bunk beds).  It’s all very corporate (and maybe a little creepy, if I think about it too long, but I’m not).  This weekend will be spent doing the things we like here for the last time, cleaning out the fridge, and packing our unmentionables.

My mom came to visit us last weekend, which was a fun time amidst all this moving blah blah.  I got a couple of nice pictures of her and the girls (mainly Hazel, since she’s the more not-sleeping-in-the-stroller type).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Halloween and Other News

I never thought that we would be so crazy busy after moving to Kansas City.  Maybe it’s because we dislike being in our tiny, beige apartment, or because we have never really lived in a big city all together before, but we are CONSTANTLY on the go.  These past couple of weeks have looked like this:  go to a new park 40 minutes away.  Get a super puking virus (AGAIN) and spend the next five days drinking diet cherry 7 Up (me) and Pedialyte (aka sick juice, Hazel).  Drive to STL, spend the weekend, drive back.  Act crazy all week, taking very long walks, going to the playground, and eating lots of Korean.  Aunt Laura visits, and we drag her all over the city to a park that has a giant penguin and an outlet mall.  Now we’re in the middle of another week of playgrounds, walking, and being outside while it’s still fall, and we’re going back to STL this weekend.  And the next.  And then after that my mom is visiting.  Seriously, could we be any more popular right now?

One thing we consistently do during the week is go to the story time at the library.  It’s small, and fun, and about a 3-block walk, so we all really enjoy it.  Today the librarian asked the kids to come dressed in their Halloween costumes.  So, unveiling Hazel’s 2011 costume, a creature that sprang fully formed from her own imagination (for the first time!):  a scary pink monster with white polka dots!  She was pretty excited about seeing herself all dressed up, and was even running around pretending to eat me!  We had fun at story time, and I know she’s looking forward to trick-or-treating this year.  She’s so ridiculously proud of the costume.  We let her tell us what she wanted to be, and then draw a picture of it, which was a super fun idea I highly recommend to other parents.

As if things in Kansas couldn’t get more hopping, I have some news.  We’re moving!  Again!  Across the country!  Again!  Can you believe it?  Aren’t we the movingest people you’ve ever met outside the military?!?!!?!!  I don’t know how many this is for Amos, but this will be the 16th time I’ve moved.  GAH!  Anyway, here’s how it happened:  important people want Amos in New Jersey.  Yep, that’s all it takes!  Plus we agreed, for lots of reasons, and so while I have really loved this city I am excited to live in that area.  It’s in Bridgewater, which is approximately 30 minutes from the shore and Ikea, 50 minutes from NYC, 1.5 hours from Philly, and 4 hours from Clinton.  We are spending Thanksgiving here, and immediately after we’re headed out.  That means we have a month left to explore the city and eat as much of Mr. Gyro’s as we can!!

So, Kansas City.

When Amos told me that he had gotten an offer from Samsung, and that it was in Kansas City, I was not that excited.  As a child I dreamed of living in Maine, Oregon, or Washington.  In the third grade my class had to do these book reports on different states, and I fell in love with the glowing, green pictures and foggy coastlines of my state, which was Oregon.  When I met Amos, years later at college, I told his Yankee butt that I would, under no circumstances, leave the South, so he should get ready for a lifetime of sweet tea and sunburned toes.  Even after moving to New York I had this dream of raising my kids in the South, with all its idiosyncrasies that I understood so deeply.  I made myself far more miserable than necessary, honestly, by continually blaming New York for not being Alabama.  There was some merit; it’s hard living in an apartment that you never feel like calling home, knowing that you’ll be moving sooner or later.  And that move did come; after four years we packed up for Athens, with a baby, hopes for another one, and a far lesser job, both in prestige and salary, for Amos.  We were settling for that because we were settling where we wanted to be.

But all the dreams I had were broken when faced with the reality of the South.  After four years away, I was shocked by what I found.  I have always been liberally-minded, and because of that I never fit in with my peers.  I had friends, and I was friendly with lots of people, but those relationships included quite a bit of silence on my part.  I think gay people are natural and worthy of love, basic human rights, and care.  I think it’s fine to fall in love with people of a different color than you are.  I don’t believe in god.  I think women are undervalued, stereotyped, and pushed down, and I like being loud about it.  And those things don’t gel with the overriding cultural tone down there.  It hurts me to say it, because I love the South, but it was there, everyday, from all sides.  I’m cool with people being religious if they want to be, but thinking about all those other things affecting the girls as they grew up and figured out who they are and who they love took my breath away.  So when this job appeared Amos and I factored in these thoughts, and it was part of the reason we moved.  It wasn’t the coast, but it wasn’t Alabama, either.

Now that we’ve been here for a little while, I can tell you that this area is a mix of things we love.  There is a highly visible Catholic culture here, but it differs from the Southern Baptist in two major (for us) ways:  no one gasps and tells us about hell when we come out as atheists, and there seem to be more relaxed attitudes about diverse groups of all types here.  That’s what I’m talking about – peaceful coexistence.  It’s nice.

My point, in this rambling, personal exploration of our move, is that I should have trusted my third-grade self.  I was meant to love the South from a distance.  And Amos has promised me a Maine vacation sometime in our not-too-distant future.

We’ve Arrived

We have been in Kansas City for a week now.  I should be able to tell you something about the place, but so far it’s been a seriously uncommon moving experience.  After major hassles with all FOUR moving companies who surveyed our stuff, we ended up having to drive the goods ourselves.  Actually, here’s what happened:

  1. Major electrical storm knocks down three trees onto (yes, ONto) the power lines in our backyard.
  2. Power is out at the house for three days, which means we move into my mom’s house.  Amos and I pack at night, when the girls are sleeping and the inside temps of the house are not in the triple digits.
  3. We get it all packed, Amos and some friends load up, and he takes off.
  4. The girls and I spend the next four days at Mama’s, making a total of nine days at her house.
  5. Aunt Laura (Amos’s sister) flies to Huntsville to make the drive to St. Louis with us, which was immensely helpful.
  6. We spend 2 days in St. Louis, then I drive to Kansas City with the girls (Tuesday).
  7. We arrive, get groceries, get Amos from the airport, get settled down for the night, and Amos starts throwing up.
  8. He’s sick all night with a fever, chills, and of course dry heaving.  He still goes to work the next day (Wednesday).
  9. Thursday I start throwing up, have a fever and chills all day, and watch the girls all day.  Did I mention we had just arrived and had barely unpacked?
  10. I get mostly better and am starving, so we get Vietnamese (Friday night).  We make it home just in time for me to be sick again; Hazel wakes us up at 1:30 AM, noodles in her hair, because she’s thrown up for the first time in her short little life.  Amos hits Wal-Mart at 2 AM for Motrin and Pedialyte while I keep Hazel awake, reading stories, so I can rush her to the bathroom when necessary.  They fall asleep around 4 AM, and I do around 5:30 AM.
We had such a crazy, crazy, insane, weird time moving here, and as you can see family involvement was integral to the process (thanks again, people)!  So, do we like Kansas City?  Um, yep!  Although Saturday we spent mostly around the house, since people were still kind of pukey, on Sunday we managed to have a right lovely time.  We drove up to Loose Park, which is this gorgeous 75-acre gleaming hamlet smack in the middle of the city.  Hazel, Amos, and I pushed Julia through the trees and over bridges while we talked about the things we saw, and we just enjoyed being outside together.  Plus, it was Julia’s first time riding in an umbrella stroller, and I was majorly excited about it!  It was VITAL to my baby time with Hazel; she and I walked all over Clinton, so much so that I actually wore out the first umbrella stroller we had.  We had to rig up a little scarf under Julia’s armpits, though, in case she tried to lunge out.  When Hazel was this age it was the freezing beginning of winter in upstate NY, and she was so wedged in by blankets, snowsuits, and knit sweaters that she couldn’t have leapt out if she’d tried!
Following the park we treated ourselves to small cups at Glace, the best ice creamery I’ve ever visited.  Each small cup has space for two flavors, which I just love.  I got Fleur de Sel Caramel and Basil Lemon Sorbet.  Amos tried Lemon Verbena and Pineapple Cilantro Sorbet (those two were my favorites!), and Hazel chose Blueberry Cream Cheese and Blackberry Chocolate Chip based on their colors.  We all had a grand time trying each other’s.

Leaving on a Jet Plane

Not really; it’s more like “Leaving in a Chevy Malibu.”  We go to St. Louis tomorrow night!!  We are all so excited!  I have SO MUCH WORK to do before then; we’ve been at my mom’s celebrating an early Thanksgiving today, and tomorrow I have to go to class today, so I have to fit in work and packing around being gone all day for two days.  I think I’m going to get it all done, though.  I have a project due the day I get back to class, and I was so hoping to get that done before going to St. Louis, but it didn’t happen.  I’ll just have to do work while on vacation 😦  lol

So I’ll post when we get back!  We have major plans; there are a ton of places that we like to visit while there, so it’s always fun to try and pick which ones we’ll visit on any given vacation.  This one is going to include a noodle house and our favorite record store, for sure!

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