I started packing today - a process that always stirs up silly feelings about memories and "how life will never be the same" as it is right now. I always have mixed feelings about moving, because there's always the thought of what you're leaving behind. That isn't so much tangible things when what you're leaving is Charleston, IL - our house is crumbling down around us a little more every day, and the only activity here is Wal-Mart. Charleston always felt a little bit like a "pause" in life - Darrell was still in school a year behind, and I was already working full time, albeit in a college town. Some days it felt like we had only halfway started life. Monday thru Friday meant work, while Saturday and Sunday meant frat parties and kegs. Leaving here together, we're really going to be on the same page.
Still, when I think about the intangibles - the fact that there will never be another "first house" again, I get a little nostalgic. This will always be the place where we learned to live together.
We have a lot to look forward to in our second home. While our first house was as cheap as possible, the kind of rental where at least one thing is always broken, our second place together is new and shiny, and we'll be the first ones to ever make it our own. The preparation for moving is daunting, it seems like I've been dreaming about moving to the city forever, and now it's so close to happening that we are really getting excited. We have lots of friends close to St. Louis, and too many plans for summer already - trips to the lake, trying out Bikram yoga, the farmer's market on Saturdays, recently opened wine bars, and (probably going to be our most frequent summer activity) baseball games at Busch stadium. What better time to go to a new city and explore than right at the start of summer.
All this crazyness is going to pay off - life wouldn't be any fun at all without change.
"Maybe if they all could be combined - art, rock and fashion. Those were always my favorite things."-Stephen Sprouse