Hello!

Hey, I am making this blog for everyone who wonders what it's like to move from sunny southern California to Middle Tennessee, around Nashville area. Right now I am living in an empty house, which I thought I liked, because I hate clutter, but now it's getting annoying. Pretty soon we will move to an apartment for a month and then make our departure. So, since I started this blog a little late, let me give you a little bit of a briefing on what these last few months, practically a year has been like while we prep for moving:


September 2009
We decide, let's move! This house is too big and California isn't what it used to be. Moving to Tennessee would help us to simplify and it's like our second home, where we have a lot of friends. Our hearts were racing as this tentative decision is made. We decide to move in summer 2010 and wait to tell people until we are sure of our decision.

October 2009
Sob, we tell people and we get many tears, many sad eyes and many "No, stay here"s. It feels so far away and I push my emotions aside, thinking that I have a long time for them to hug me, for them to tell me their love for my family. We try to convince others in our family to move, but they have lives here and we must break off. My heart drops just a little in pain, limp with emotion and yet I am happy to see new things and gain new experiences.

November 2009
It's getting closer, but I wag my head, trying to force in the thought that I still have time here. Yet, with each passing dinner and outing, I feel like someone is behind me counting it down. But, when I look at homes, talk to people over the phone in Tennessee, I still feel like we are doing the right thing. California wasn't for us. Ever. And now we get to be where we belong. Tennessee....

December 2009
As the sun still shines during the winter, I begin to long for Tennessee. "I want weather! I want to go home!" I yell. For once you have decided to leave, you aren't living in the moment, you look to future. So, I feel like I don't belong in California when my home in my heart is now Nashville. Now I refuse to feel bitter and only feel sweet about the move.

January 2010
Crap, I'm getting tired of you California! "Can we go now? Please?" I ask, yet I know we have to wait, things must be planned or else it will all go to pot. So, I breathe, trying to answer the "How's everything going with moving?" questions I am soooo dreadfully tired of answering, believe me, it gets very annoying.

February 2010
I am itching to go, it doesn't help that my family that's moving will constantly say, "I wish we were going today!" I agree though and wallow slightly, tired of having to be in California and looking like I'm enjoying it, when I am actually pining for forests, grass, horses and deer as oppossed to the ocean, sand, dogs in strollers and the shining sun and those disgustingly constant "great" weather. Uggh!

March 2010
Can we just leave already? Nope, but we will push the moving date to October.

April 2010
Now I'm calming down a little, trying to appreciate the ocean, even though I never have. And, although I am not a morbid person, I hate the sun, so I beg to leave. Nope, hold on Megan, hold on.

May 2010
Our house goes up for sale and it must look model house perfect day in, day out. Pluse, our real estate agent sucks. Really sucks. Bad. Lying bad. Cussing a ton a lot. Sterotypical anal female real estate agent bad. But, we press on...

June 2010
Yess! Buyers approach and we get rent back for a month, but our real estate agent likes to be on her period for months and still freaks out, cussing, gives our fridges sneakily in the contracts...hate her. But, we have it sold!

July 2010
Am I really leaving in a few months. Some days I wish we weren't. Sometimes I cry in private because I don't want to leave. Sometimes I do a jig of happiness in private because I am leaving. It's finally those bittersweet last months, what I've always wanted and I want them to stay and yet I want them to leave.

August 2010
We have a "Goodbye Loved Ones" bash and its sad to say bye, but I am ready. I feel unsettled. We are packing and its hard, really hard. What do I keep? Is this box too full? How am I going to pack this? Now, we load the moving van, it's hard. We have our muscly friends and its still hard, it takes 11 hours to load, but its done and we pack 2500 square feet of our lives, our memories and happiness in 19 feet. I want to cry, but I can't, there are no tears, no words. Now we leave in a couple of days and we live like gypsies. Each time I look at people, I think we are leaving you. But I'm ready. Now, we start to cross off our "California Bucket List." Pics of our adventures will follow!