I'm sitting at my parents house right now, waiting for my sister to come pick me up and take me to the train station so that I can go back to the 'Mont and finish packing. On my drive up here it really hit me. I'm moving back home. And I'm not sure how I feel about it.
Actually that's not true. I'm excited to start my new job (YEA! I didn't tell you about that yet! But I will!). I'm excited to start this new chapter with my hubby. But there are a few things still floating around in the air that have to be resolved. Oh and WE ARE MOVING IN WITH MY PARENTAL UNIT.
I love my parents. I do. They are wonderful, giving people. But I grew up with them my whole life and I know how to deal with them. I know how my dad likes things and I know how easily my mom's feelings get hurt. I KNOW these things. My husband? He does not. My husband is a wonderful man, that loves me bunches but he did not grow up like I did. He basically raised himself (I know! SAD.). Things that my family takes for granted as "normal" he never has been around.
I know my parents love him. I know they are happy to have him as a son-in-love. I know they respect him. And I know they want to help us. They wouldn't have offered if they didn't. But I want my parents to have the type of relationship with my hubby that they have with my brother-in-love. Of course, my BIL has been around since he was about 13 so there is a difference. I just don't want there to be any damage to any relationships out of this. I want us to come out on the other side of this experience loving each other all the more fiercely.
Oh and we are B-R-O-K-E. But who isn't these days right? But I'm such a Type A, control-freak that the thought of how broke we are makes me grind my teeth to powder (another lovely habit of the Type A Control Freak who has just a FEW things that aren't in her control right now). I know that once I get working and get a few paychecks it should all even out but SERIOUSLY? Right now? YIKES.
Okay, enough complaining. Bright side, shall we? We are going to be with the people we love most, a roof over our head, food in our belly and a bed to sleep on. We have jobs and friends and high-maintenance dog. We are going to be FINE. Fine I tell you. Right?
2 comments:
You'll be fine. Get yourself some bacon cupcakes and corn ice cream and everything will be okay.
Things will work out, Bree. Everything happens for a reason. My life was been turned upside down lately. We recently moved as well. There is always a bright side. And through each change, comes new opportunities and growth. Email me when you're down, we can help each other see the positive. :)
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