Wow guys. I am finding out that I don’t do so well without friends. Or husband. He’s been working regular Dr hours again. Which means I’m single parenting it for most of my time. Yesterday was pretty exciting though. He finally got his first day off since starting on the 20th! Yay! We also are under contract for selling our West home, and under another for buying one here.
So today I should be on cloud nine right now. And yet I’m not. I feel stressed, tired, bored, unproductive. And this all triggers depression for me. And with no network of friends to help give me a break, no home to get settled into, and DrH working Dr hours (11-16 hrs/day 6 days/week) it all seems to just keep piling up right now. Ah depression my good friend. I love when you visit. (can you hear the sarcasm?)
What is great is that this place already feels like where we live instead of a foreign place we don’t belong, except for that bit about us living in a hotel. And lets be honest, when I have nothing really to do I go a little crazy. Doing things with friends and having something planned with people really helps. Except when the introvert side is winning. I guess I’m finding that having balance in my life is the difference between things being annoying and stressful or being depressed and anxious. Can’t wait till I can actually feel happiness and excitement for all this good stuff. But for now you’ll all have to feel the excitement for me. I’ll be able to fully join you soon I think.
This week has been rough. Really rough. Lots of different issues and stresses to deal with. Having things wait and be on hold till one thing is taken care of. Looking at homes is somewhat stressful for us anyway, but it’s also been on a partial hold until this week. One thing after another, and several odd things altogether, making it feel like everyone is dishonest and trying to nickel and dime us. I know that’s not the case, but it can seem that way when there are several unexpected expenses close together. Seems too much for coincidence, but it is just coincidence. Ugh.
But on the bright side (which is what Thankful Thursday posts are about) we got to start making some new friends a little this week. We went over to their house for dinner, the kids played great together, and we all had fun. Yay! Cuz putting myself out there to make new friends super stresses me out. Introvert! (Don’t you wish you lived by our new friends? They are super lucky with these views!)Also on Tuesday a friend came out to see us. We met them in New England, then they moved for fellowship (the last possible stage of residency). They have lived in the next state over from where we just moved for the last year, and are moving out west this weekend. So it was super fun to have a small overlap of time where we lived only a few hours away. Since all their stuff is basically packed they road tripped it over here to hang with us on our new beach and have some fun for the day before driving back home. Being able to hang out and see them again, plus have fun socializing with new people has really been what’s made this tough week possible to get through. So grateful for those tender mercies.
Oh and on the fun stressful side, I get to go solo with the kids in the hotel starting next week as DrH starts residency… (a very feeble) Yay. But then we’ll get some money coming in instead of JUST going out. So that’s good.
Pulling the penguin back out to help me through this transition.
Have you ever stayed at a hotel and seen people come down for the free breakfast in their pajamas? Maybe you’ve seen someone walking around with their hair up in a towel. Maybe they have a hamper or two on their hip. Maybe their hair is in the towel, a hamper on each hip and a bright pink workout bra is peaking out on their shoulders. I would like to say hi, we’re the people living in the hotel. Welcome to our home. (and I may, or may not, have done all of the previous things)
We’ve only lived here for a little more than
a week 2 weeks (yes, I’ve been that slow at getting this posted), and I have to say it’s definitely a unique experience. We’ve stayed in hotels several times before, but staying a night or a few is very different than living in a hotel. Even if it’s only been a week 2 weeks so far. Our plan was to stay in some type of temporary place until we could find a home to buy. We’ll be in this lovely state for at least 5 years, so it makes sense to us. Our temporary place ending up being this fantastic hotel. And it’s unlike anything.
It’s a bit like living in an apartment, except that you don’t have a full apartment. And you share breakfast with your family and your closest 20 strangers. And honestly it’s harder to live in a hotel than you think. It sounds fun, and honestly it’s not too bad, but it’s not as fun as you might think. Extended time at close quarters. Being on a long vacation, except you don’t have money to do anything because you aren’t actually on vacation. You try to live real life, but it’s surreal since your in a hotel. Weird, sometimes fun, sometimes boring you to death. And like life, much nicer when you have friends to do things with. But that’s a story for another post…
Well, we’ve made it. Got into the new state on Saturday. Checked into the hotel for our long term, temporary stay while we figure out where to really live. It’s been crazy, and it’s just the beginning. And oh man! did we luck out on hotels. Seriously this hotel rocks! Pool, small work out room, free breakfast… but not just any breakfast, actual breakfast you want to eat and enjoy! Plus a theater, and 3 nights a week they have free dinner too! Not to mention laundry, that you don’t have to pay for! No. Change. Necessary. Just their machines, your clothes and your soap. This is how EVERY hotel should be. This place also has the friendliest staff I’ve ever encountered anywhere. It really helps being stuck in this transitional time when you have a pretty sweet place to live while you figure everything out.
It’s been stressful, but not nearly as emotionally draining as when we moved to New England. I’m grateful that we’ve had this place to help us start our transition. It’s been helpful for the kids to be entertained while we work out millions of logistics. It’s been nice to have a comfy bed and some free meals. We’re still beginning this transition, not to mention new adventure of living in the Mid-West. But I’d say it’s off to a good start.
As we get ever closer to the move I get more and more stressed. Every time I look at anything that needs to be done I see everything that needs to be done. I can’t seem to size it down anymore and just see a part of it. We start moving stuff into pods tomorrow, graduation is Sunday, and then we finish up Monday and leave. And it just seems that there is always more to do. It’s like the never ending pile of laundry, but worse because it’s packing. I’m sooooooooo sick of packing.
The worst part? We’ll have to unpack it all. Eventually. Though I am excited for the road trip we have planned to move out to the new state. And we may even be able to buy a house there. I keeping trying to keep the focus on that, but when I look around at all the boxes and everything left that needs doing it becomes difficult. But soon, I won’t need to think about it anymore since it’ll be packed away and we’ll be on the road.
See you on the other side of moving.
2 weeks!!!! Ahhhhhh, that’s all we have left before we move. Moving is one of those things that always seems like it’s next month. But then you realize it’s for real happening, and not in the dreamy future, but now! Always a weird feeling, that.
When I got married I moved out of the parent’s house and never looked back. Would have liked to move out sooner, but couldn’t afford rent AND film/processing (photo major). But we still lived around the same area that I knew. Fast forward a bunch of years, when we found out we got into Med School in New England… Well that was truly my first time moving away from home. It was hard. I felt sad that I couldn’t take all the good things with me and continue on. Life was going to go on without me there, and I was going to miss it all.
My family was having a family reunion the week we moved and posting pictures on Facebook. It
kinda really sucked the first few weeks. And it was harder than I thought it would be. When we went home for Christmas that first year, I was just barely starting to feel like we belonged in New England. But then going home was weird. It didn’t feel like home for the first time in my life. And when we got back to New England, it didn’t quite feel like home anymore either. For a few months I felt like I didn’t belong anywhere. And then it was home, and going to the west was visiting.
And now I have to leave home again. But this time I know better what type of emotions to expect, and that I can get through it. It’s sad leaving, but we aren’t the only ones moving on this time. Nor are we the first in our group of friends from out here. I still expect to feel homesick and all that, but I feel more excited and ready emotionally this time. And I’m excited to see what adventures will come our way from this move. T-2 weeks till real Mexican food! Bigger beaches! And a whole lot of unknown fun!