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July 21, 2006



I love that, in the middle of grief, you can pause to crack a joke from the movie "Airplane". You're amazing.

Ohio Philosopher

I think we, all of us, frequently underestimate how big a life stressor moving is. We think it's mostly a logistics issue: packing, transporting, unpacking, filling out change of address forms, etc. But it's so much more than that. Our home is, like it or not, an extension of ourselves. It's our cocoon. It's where we feel safe and at home (or it should be). And when that place changes, it takes a long time to readjust the relevant parts of our identity. This is magnified many-fold (manifold?) when that move involves going from renter to owner and then also from city grrl to country mouse. I still have buyers remorse on my house, and I've owned it for five years.

All of which is a long-winded way of saying that what you're going through (so far as I can tell) is perfectly normal. That doesn't make it any easier, I suppose (being in pain after being hit by a car is normal, after all, though being told this isn't all that comforting), but perhaps knowing that this is a phase that we all pass through and come out happy(ish) on the other side of is somewhat helpful.

On the other hand, I'm currently stressing out over the big bucks I have to pay to have my basement waterproofed, so what the hell do I know.

Feel better.......



I say, the thing to do at a time like this is surely to post current pics on this blog! Yeah??


The 'airplane' quote is more a testiment to my raging OCD - i can't help myself. ;)

Thanks OP for the support. It does help a little bit to be cognizant that what I am going through is normal. Not as much as merlot, but it's up there. Thank you for the pep talk.

NH - good idea. He is killing me right now with the cuteness so I am quite happy to oblige.


I feel the same way about this house we're moving OUT of. It's stripped of everything personal so that it has a kind-of Embassy Suites feeling to it. You need to meet some people, I think. And get out of the house, even if it means putting off unpacking. It's much harder to be home with kids in suburbia. It's very isolating and can sneak up on you and make you damn depressed if you don't have friends. How bout that for a real upper of a comment.

And I'd like to see the Cuteness in all its preternatural glory as well. Lowell, I mean.

(And also, for what it's worth, I see Typepad swallowed my comment on your last post, so I'll say a belated I'm sorry. I'm glad for babies too in times like that. Mine probably get so sick of the desperate mommy snuggles when I get bad news. Ah well, they gotta pay their rent somehow.)


Well, glad to have you back. I find, too, that babies and little tykes make these kinds of things a little easier to tolerate.

Hope you feel better soon.


Hmmm, if getting out of the house means I get to put off unpacking then I am ALL for it. I am slowly getting out. It's harder than I thought it would be. And thanks for the good wishes - Lowell is the spot of sunshine in all this stuff. I will be posting pictures soon. Just trying to figure out the pros and cons of flickr vs. albums here. Sometimes Flickr kind of freaks me out, the very public nature of it, but I love the features.

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