Thursday, May 03, 2007

Change Is Good. . .Right?


So. Remember back in January when I lamented my lack of direction and my inability to formulate any plans for my future? Remember how all y'all said plans are overrated and throw caution to the wind and other such nonsense? Yeah, well, you win. Although I AM currently in possession of both direction and plans.

I've submitted my letter of resignation, informed my kids that I won't be returning next year, given notice on my lease, separated books I'll likely never read from books I can't bear to part with, loaded up my CD player with
Eddie from Ohio in a fit of preemptive nostalgia, begun searching for good homes for my 40 or so houseplants, and struck up a friendly online relationship with the good folks at U-Haul. Oh, and I'm cheerfully burning through 25.5 days of sick leave. Because, as my boyfriend has already announced with his trademark brevity, I'm moving in with him. (He did elaborate on this exciting news by noting that he hopes I like frozen pizza, but that was pretty much the extent of his announcement. Now you know why I'm the designated detail-sharer. His detail-sharing lacks, you know, details.)

When Chris and I first started discussing the possibility of moving in together (back in January, actually, right before I started to lack direction), it kinda freaked me out. By which I mean it TOTALLY freaked me out, not just because it involved me moving to Michigan where I hear it's fucking cold, but because it involved me giving up some of my independence. "You know, you can live with a man and still be a feminist," my married friend G finally said, rolling his eyes after weeks of listening to me obsess and over-analyze. "I don't know," I responded, "one minute you're happily shacking up and the next minute you're shuttling a minivan full of kids from soccer practice to piano lessons to cub scouts, face to face with
the problem that has no name." This only elicited more eye rolling.

I pretty much got over that whole Betty Friedan thing only to begin freaking out about my living-with-a-man track record, which is not pretty: I tried it once, and I didn't like it. To be fair, it took a mere five days to confirm what I'd known long before the good folks at U-Haul got involved, and my fiancé was not exactly shocked when I called the whole thing off. "I'm going to stay with my parents,"I announced, duffel bag in hand. "Okay," he answered, glancing from the TV to me, "but do you want to watch The Simpsons with me before you go?" which I think we can all agree is not the way normal people react to their fiancés walking out on them six weeks before their weddings. But I digress.

I've never been good with change, and I rarely initiate it. I've lived in Virginia since I was five years old. My only major move was two years ago when I relocated a mere 188 miles down the road back to the place I grew up in, so while it was a self-initiated move it hardly qualifies as major. My family and almost all my friends are in Virginia, not to mention the mild winters and my proximity to the Atlantic Ocean. I really love Virginia, despite our propensity to elect morons like
George Allen, and I pretty much thought I'd stay here forever.

But then, I'd never fallen madly in love with a man who lives in fucking Michigan before. What's a girl to do but invest in a good pair of snow boots and throw caution to the wind?

22 comments:

lulu said...

Welcome to the world of change!

Flannery Alden said...

I really think Chris still owes you those boots.

Good luck to you!

Megan said...

I know! Wasn't it graceful of me not to bring that up again?

Chris said...

I think my cat may have had an accident in those damn boots.

Megan said...

Sounds like you owe me TWO pairs of boots then.

Oh, and gracious. . .I meant gracious.

Tenacious S said...

Rock the boat! And, hey, cart a bit before the horse, but the only people who end up being suburban housewives are the ones who allow it to happen.

Phil said...

I very excited for you. I'm rarely happier than when I'm packing up my stuff and moving. So many good times await you.

vikkitikkitavi said...

Adventures, both romantic and geographic! Here's to them, baby!

Grant Miller said...

Ernest Hemingway had a couple of good short stories about living up in Michigan. I'm sure little has changed since then.

RandyLuvsPaiste said...

Michigan gives you the upper hand, not the middle finger. You'll be fine.

Big Orange said...

I'm doing much the same thing, except I'm not moving in with my boyfriend.

Maybe I should??

Anon. Blogger said...

Nothing helps you clean up the clutter like a move. If I did it again, I would bring half of what I brought when I moved here.

After many moves in her life, my mom said, "Three moves is as good as a fire."

Change is good. Enjoy the process!

But I hear ya on the co-habitation fear... nothing ventured, nothing gained, tho. :-)

Megan said...

TenS - I'll be vigilant. Very very vigilant.

Phil - You LIKE moving?!

Vikki - Funny, I don't think anyone I know would describe me as adventurous. At least they wouldn't have six months ago.

Grant - You know, I bought a book about Hemingway's time in Michigan when I visited Michigan, and I actually recognized some of the pictures in there from stuff I'd seen. If Hemingway liked it, I'm sure I will.

Randy - Plus, I've got my love to keep me warm. :-)

Orange - Well, that might upset your wife, so I think I'd stick with your current plan.

AB - My mom, who is notoriously bad at getting rid of stuff, has volunteered to help me pack. I'll end up with more stuff than I started with if I'm not careful.

Melinda June said...

Congratulations! Moving is an adventure, and there's no better reason than for love.

Dave said...

You're making a huge mistake.

wonderturtle said...

YEAH GIRL!

You don't want to be like Ebenezer Scrooge, having those pesky ghosts harping on about what you should have done. I'm so psyched for you.

Coaster Punchman said...

Congratulations! Although I must say the Simpsons story I find to be very sad. The saddest part is that it sounds very much like something I would do.

But we won't talk about that today. Get packing!

GETkristiLOVE said...

Invest in a good down coat to go along with those boots, and learn to like hockey.

Unclejbird said...

EFO....."Stupid American" Great stuff.

Frank Sirmarco said...

I hope you like frozen pizza and barbeque sauce.

Dale said...

Congratulations on the move to the land of frozen pizza.

Charm School Reject said...

Guess its a good thing you bought those boots then.