A Surprisingly Sane Blog

I know I haven’t really talked much about the fact that I just moved a million light years away from Tucson.  I mean, I’ve mentioned it, duh, but I haven’t actually given much detail on the whole matter.

It’s because I needed a few days to come to terms with the fact that I actually moved to Seattle.

The reality of my situation hasn’t quite settled into my brain, to be honest.  The whole experience has been surreal, a dream from which I’m going to open my eyes at any moment.

Except every time I blink, I’m still here.  Smelling the salty air blowing in from Elliot Bay and watching the miniature tourists on top of the Space Needle from my apartment window.

The first day or two felt like I was on an emotionally exhausting vacation, but then the weekend sneaked up on us and James was home to entertain the girls for me.  That’s when my good old friend, Insomnia, decided to drop in to pay me a visit.  Finally, after two nights of virtually no sleep and far too much caffeine to consider myself legally sane, a thought struck me at about 4:30 a.m. this morning:  Fuck, I live in Seattle now.  This is my home.

I have to get used to it.  This isn’t just some kind of vacation that I’m going to fly home from.  This is for real.

To finalize that fact, James and I signed all the closing documents to buy our house on Friday, and tomorrow… well, we get the keys to our new home.

I haven’t mentioned it because it didn’t feel real.  I mean, I’ve been living a dream, right?

Wrong.

This really is all real, and it hasn’t quite felt that way until early this morning.

I think I’m coming to terms with the truth now.  Dumbly and slowly, that is.  Luckily, the Seattle community has been amazingly welcoming and has done far more than I ever expected to make this place home for us.  Some fellow dancers invited James and I to compete as pros in their local competition last night.  Next week I’ll be debuting my deejay groove at one of the swing dances.   The seller of the house we bought actually contacted me by email to invite me and the girls to join her and some friends for a mom/baby day at her new house on Thursday.  And we’ve been added to our neighborhood email list, so we have a great contact who has been giving us information regarding our new neighbors and helping us find a babysitter.  They’re all excited to meet us.

Like, seriously. I can’t wrap my head around how great everyone is here, and it’s difficult to be a recluse when I’ve got a schedule loaded with commitments after only a few days in town.

I think once the movers drop all of our stuff off on Wednesday, it’ll feel more real.  Or maybe it’ll take awhile.

But for now, I’m just enjoying the cool weather and trying to figure out how the hell I ended up here.  It’s starting to feel a bit like home, and that’s a good thing.  Even if I haven’t woken up yet.

Current Mood: Happy

Tags: Moving

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