Fresh start

I am one of those sick people who kind of likes moving. I don't even mean that I kind of like having a new house (which I do) or a fancy new neighborhood (also nice, at least in this instance). No, I actually even like the process of packing and unpacking. (I don't, however, care for the actual schlepping of boxes and heavy furniture. Fortunately, I am married to my complement in this regard, so we have agreed that I pack and unpack, and he does the heavy lifting. I love it when things come together like that.)

But the real thing I like, what I suspect is something of an addiction (what? who, me move a dozen times in the last 15 years?), is the fresh start. It's like the first day of a new semester, or a first kiss, or beginning a project. A blank slate. You haven't had a chance yet to make any mistakes. There's still the fantasy of perfection. This is the neighborhood in which I will host a regular game night with my neighbors, we'll participate in summer cookouts and go Christmas caroling in the winter. This is the house that I will always keep tidy and clean. This is the life in which I will make time for regular exercise; the time when I'll finally find a career that moves me; the place in which I'll be the wife and mother I really want to be, all without losing myself.

But no pressure, right?

We made our big move about six weeks ago. Some things have changed for the better (I am finding this house easier to keep tidy, perhaps by virtue of having taken the time to make a home for everything) and some have great potential (it's still dark too much of the time, but I can really envision spending lots more time walking in this neighborhood, and being social). Real life has begun to sink in (I looked around this afternoon and wondered if a hurricane had come through while I was watching The Daily Show on Tivo folding laundry), but I still feel that sense of possibility.

I'm participating in Moxie's 60-day challenge and one of my goals is to get back to posting regularly here. Writing blog entries is never going to change the world, but it does exercise a part of my brain that I don't use much in my 'real' life, a part that is somewhat uniquely selfish. It feel good to do something that doesn't really benefit anybody but me.

So you can look forward to more entries here at Fascinating Life, at least for the next 60 days. I've got things to share, too: the Hubby's new job, my newfound obsession with interest in politics, my recently-showcased musical talents.

The break did me good, but it's good to be back.

Jan