Today, I suppose, begins the journey. Months ago, Jake and I laughingly discussed the possibility of moving to a land far, far away... and so suddenly, I have clicked these Ruby slippers and home has become anew.
I am sitting at Jake's atronomically large computer in Greensboro,NC, with little else to do. Rhiannon is playing the new DSi behind me, pretending to be immersed in a Sonic game, but secretly plotting a fate worse than death on her impetuous parents. Morgan is lying on a makeshit bed in this furniture-less temporary home, watching Nolan sleep. Lucas is engineering the lastest gadget that is sure to one day be the technological breakthrough of its lifetime. Jake is at his new job, wowing them, and finding the credit he much deserves after a vast wasteland of ingrates and sore losers.
I just signed on for a twitter account, after reading that one Barack Obama has one...figuring if it is good enough for him, it is, quite possibly, good enough for me. I am not sure I am cool enough to get the hang of the tweets and widgets, but whatever coolness eludes me, savvy shall make up for.
We spent the day yesterday hunting for a house. And when I say house, read mini-mcmansion. I spent the better part of my childhood being slightly poorer than my peers, and gazing upon these houses is remedial, where one grown up Kerensa can time travel to one little Kerensa and tell her that one day she will find out what a coffered ceiling is, and quite possibly have it be her love at first sight. One drawback to this hunt, is the five little critters squirming in the back seats, watching Madascar2 for the seventh time. But we have such limited time to hunt, and being both predator and prey at this point is alarmingly unnerving. Time has begun to tick in the harshest of fashions.
I find myself being disgusted at my eating habits of late. I have turned to comfort foods, as many will in times of crisis. Jake is now living in Greensboro alone, while I fare alone in my house with the kids, and Ben and the incredible Jerry of "Everything But the..." fame have kept me company, alongside feta and onion pizza, caesar salad and chimichangas. I have described to Jake this fantasy of mine... I suppose many an amateur psych student would read much into this.... I am in my new north carolina home- alight with late morning sun, sipping on a mug of what must be tea, as I do not drink coffee, with a luxurious throw over my lap in my sunroom. For the moment, I have forgotten that I am a stranger in a strange land, and more alone than ever in my life, and miraculously enough (in this fantasy alone), I am not only elegantly posed, but thin and quite gorgeous, to boot. It turns out, when one moves to a new Southern town, one becomes the quintessential Suburban Desperate Housewife, and I expect that late in this fictional day, the ladies of the auxilary will be ringing my bell with sweet tea in their sundresses, with invitations to Bunko and Bridal showers galore.
Alas, I am now awake, and in the real world, still in pajamas at 2pm, and alas even still, at Jake's astronomical computer screen, spilling my proverbial guts.
I am sitting at Jake's atronomically large computer in Greensboro,NC, with little else to do. Rhiannon is playing the new DSi behind me, pretending to be immersed in a Sonic game, but secretly plotting a fate worse than death on her impetuous parents. Morgan is lying on a makeshit bed in this furniture-less temporary home, watching Nolan sleep. Lucas is engineering the lastest gadget that is sure to one day be the technological breakthrough of its lifetime. Jake is at his new job, wowing them, and finding the credit he much deserves after a vast wasteland of ingrates and sore losers.
I just signed on for a twitter account, after reading that one Barack Obama has one...figuring if it is good enough for him, it is, quite possibly, good enough for me. I am not sure I am cool enough to get the hang of the tweets and widgets, but whatever coolness eludes me, savvy shall make up for.
We spent the day yesterday hunting for a house. And when I say house, read mini-mcmansion. I spent the better part of my childhood being slightly poorer than my peers, and gazing upon these houses is remedial, where one grown up Kerensa can time travel to one little Kerensa and tell her that one day she will find out what a coffered ceiling is, and quite possibly have it be her love at first sight. One drawback to this hunt, is the five little critters squirming in the back seats, watching Madascar2 for the seventh time. But we have such limited time to hunt, and being both predator and prey at this point is alarmingly unnerving. Time has begun to tick in the harshest of fashions.
I find myself being disgusted at my eating habits of late. I have turned to comfort foods, as many will in times of crisis. Jake is now living in Greensboro alone, while I fare alone in my house with the kids, and Ben and the incredible Jerry of "Everything But the..." fame have kept me company, alongside feta and onion pizza, caesar salad and chimichangas. I have described to Jake this fantasy of mine... I suppose many an amateur psych student would read much into this.... I am in my new north carolina home- alight with late morning sun, sipping on a mug of what must be tea, as I do not drink coffee, with a luxurious throw over my lap in my sunroom. For the moment, I have forgotten that I am a stranger in a strange land, and more alone than ever in my life, and miraculously enough (in this fantasy alone), I am not only elegantly posed, but thin and quite gorgeous, to boot. It turns out, when one moves to a new Southern town, one becomes the quintessential Suburban Desperate Housewife, and I expect that late in this fictional day, the ladies of the auxilary will be ringing my bell with sweet tea in their sundresses, with invitations to Bunko and Bridal showers galore.
Alas, I am now awake, and in the real world, still in pajamas at 2pm, and alas even still, at Jake's astronomical computer screen, spilling my proverbial guts.
Everything But The ... is the best :)
ReplyDeleteI'm so interested in knowing how you are going to choose the neighborhood you will live in! I remember standing on that precipice recently...
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