A Surprisingly Sane Blog

I admit it- I’m lame.  Our move to Seattle will be the first time I’ve lived far away from my Mommy and Daddy (no, I don’t actually call them that...).

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My umbilical cord is still attached, apparently, because I woke up on my wedding day in my parents’ house… the same place I’d lived for most of my life.  And when we bought our house?  I didn’t even consider looking further than like 10 minutes from the house in which I grew up.  We’re only a few miles from my parents.

So I’m full of nerves and excitement and the reality of Oh my gosh, I actually have to sever that umbilical cord that has been attached to my gut for the last 27 years.  I know, it’s long past time.  But it doesn’t make it easy.  It also doesn’t help that my parents encourage their kids to keep that damn thing attached like a very short leash.

So I want to know your own experiences with moving away from your family.  Was it really hard?  How did you cope?  Am I the only mama-and-daddy’s-girl who is finding this a bit difficult despite the fact that I know this is for the better?

We haven’t told my parents that James is flying out next week for his final set of interviews yet.  There’s no right time, but I know they’re going to react badly even though they know this move is inevitable.  I think it would be easier to tell them if, say, I were in the military and didn’t have the choice.  It’s the fact that we are making this choice that fills me with a bit of anxiety.

Current Mood: Playful