Hello everyone!
I finally got our internet hooked up today, after several calls to AT&T, and thought I would do a quick update. I don't have much patience for incompetent people and so far my experience with our new phone/internet provider hasn't been great. Although, it has been better than my experience with the garbage company (garbage service requested May 20 and I still do not have a garbage can). Have called the 'village' and garbage company countless times and no one seems to know what is going on. Anyway, enough of my venting on that...
I'm getting settled here (and I say I'm because Matt is still in Rochester). I didn't think it would be so hard to get everything unpacked. Elizabeth is teething and isn't cooperating with the unpacking process. My new strategy is to lower my expectations and to just unpack completely one box a day. I forgot how hard it is to move to a new city and not know anyone and drive around with a phone book map for when I get lost. I have to confess I'm quite lonely (and really miss all my Rochester friends) and the people in the grocery store probably think I'm nuts because I strike up an extended conversation as I check out. Matt is coming this weekend and I plan to go to the Sex and the City movie by myself and enjoy a giant tub of popcorn. I also miss SUPER Target. After my first grocery shopping experience at Wal-Mart, which I vowed never to return to, I did find Target, just not a Super Target. I guess my wallet will be fatter since I no longer live 3 minutes from my favorite store!
It was so hard to say good bye to our house in Rochester. When we left the last time, I stood in the entry way sobbing and tried to capture all our memories from the past six years. It was the first house Matt and I bought. I remembered Matt coming home from work his first day of residency a tired, young doctor learning the Mayo system. It was the first home Jack and Elizabeth lived in. As I stood in the entry way, I remembered the day I brought each of them through the door the first time. I could "see" Jack running to greet me when I came home from work each day. I could "hear" the blinds move in Jack's room as he peeked outside to see what was going on when he was supposed to be napping. It was so hard to lock and shut the door the final time and I cried all the way to our hotel as I said goodbye to our first home. I hope I will never forget those memories and am looking forward to making our new house our home.
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It is so hard to move away from a place you watched your children grow. I cried like crazy when we left San Antonio, and know it will only be so much harder next year. Good luck with everything, you will do wonderfully.
Oh Jenna, this isn't the fun part, is it? Reading your post puts me right back in Rochester, as this was how I felt unpacking our townhouse at the beginning of the year while Francois was in Tampa taking Boards. I didn't have a new baby then, though, and I was just beginning my love affair with Super Target. (We don't have one here, either. Boo hoo.)
Hang in there, and remember that unpacking one box successfully in a day is a lot to be proud of!
I am feeling sad enough about switching jobs, I can only imagine what it will be like if we have to move! Hope things start working out for you.
Just remember that you will have even more memories in the new house. A house can't hold memories, only your heart can.
Jenna.. you made me cry when I read this! I hope you're feeling better with the new home
Love you all!
Nic
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