Saturday, April 25, 2009
We moved to Houston at the very end of 2002, and swore up and down that we would be there for three years before moving on to cooler pastures. Six years later, we're leaving with much regret. We managed to make a wonderful life for ourselves, very different from what came before, but full of some wonderful friends and places that we will miss very much. We tell everyone we're coming back, but that's a hard thing to promise; our families are all back in the Northeast, and with the only grandchildren (for the next few months that is) on either side, there's a big draw to head back to New England when we're done overseas.
This is going to be a very grand adventure, there is no doubt. But I'm very glad that the leaving part of leaving home is now over with. We're in Maine, having attended a very special event today, and we'll be here for a few days before we head to Vermont to see the other set of grandparents. Then it's back to the Houston airport for four hours before we fly out to London. I think I'm ready.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
1. House is 95% packed, shipping container (holy crap big!) arrived on a truck this morning to be loaded with our sea freight, we are finding things we'd forgotten we had and everything is moving along.
2. My leave/grant/work status remains unresolved. I fully expect this condition to persist until, oh let's say, July.
3. We may have someone who will rent our house. This only partially makes up for the heartburn I am experiencing from #2 (is it career suicide to tell my institution to take a flying
fuck leap? I suspect so...)
4. The girls have adjusted remarkably to our "new house" (a hotel), and are looking forward to seeing their grandparents. I can't take them to daycare anymore because it makes me cry.
5. Houston is gifting us with some remarkably fabulous weather for our last few days here. I'm holding tight to the knowledge that in mere days it will be 95 degrees with 90% humidity in order to make this more bearable.
6. I'm going to deck the next person who asks me if I'm excited about the move. Yes, I am theoretically excited, but the metric crapton of stuff to be done before we actually get on the plane to London (not to mention the Lurking Black Cloud of Doom that we might not actually make it there hovering over my head) is blocking out the excitement. Go away.
7. I like moving, I like moving, I like moving - this is my new mantra, but unfortunately it's not working so well.
Of the three posts on this blog, 2 are complaining. I can promise that this will not be the permanent tone. Really!
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
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