So we’re moving. Not far really. Around the corner. I’m thrilled and dreading it.We’re no strangers to moving. In our marriage we’ve moved…..12 times. Most of the time by the seat of our pants. This was everything we owned when we arrived in Africa. But there were plenty of moves before that. Thankfully, most of them have been documented in one way or another. In the late 90’s we lived in San Antonio, Texas in an awesome….trophy….lodge….room (above a 4-car-garage). Or at least that’s what it was before we moved in. You could see the faded spots where the trophy heads had once hung on the old knotty pine. Mildly creepy…..
Moving to Chicago in the winter was fun fun.
Later on we moved to a different apartment. It was boxy and ugly and new, but old enough to be UG. That’s the one HGTV filmed.And also forced me to make a complete donkey out of myself on camera.Later on we moved to Africa with our dogs and two bins. First we lived in the horse paddocks.And then we moved to the strawberry farm.(Sorry, I drew some of these last night and I was delirious).
This cottage started out really really really really white. So I painted it and covered a bunch of gnarly furniture in scraps from the store.
After that we moved to the beach. I loved it the most…….(even though our cottage was attached to the home of a lovely 95-year-old woman who would come to the wall and holler my name at the top of her shaky voiced lungs).And now we’re living in an apartment that I really do love. So does Siegfried. Lots of dancing areas.Unfortunately, we have to climb scary stairs to get to it (which is not easy with accident prone babies). Also, our downstairs neighbors HATE us. We hear from their cleaning tools every day.But Siegfried weighs like 40 pounds and he falls down A LOT. On a side note; I’ve been wondering lately if I have Motown Tourettes Syndrome or if its all in my head. I feel like this phrase is one of my most commonly uttered statements, and I definitely say it in Diana Ross’ voice (from Keep Me Hangin On?). But the question is, do I say it out loud? My other phrase is….
Not the “Ka-razy!” part but the backup-singers “Yes he do!” (From The Payback). Maybe I have Motown Backup-Singers Tourettes??? And there ain’t nothing I can do about it??
If so, its all my dad’s fault. When I was a teenager he would wake me on the weekends with our African Drum and a chant of….…which is the ridiculous phrase all the back-up Drifter’s sing in Save The Last Dance For Me (You can Dance! You can Dance!)
Aaaaaanyway, We will be moving in the middle of February. I’ll let you know how that goes.