Twinges of Excitement
I get those a lot nowindays. Thinking about all the new stuff that lies ahead in the next few months. I know I did a post on worrying, but to be honest, I spend a great deal of time being excited.
I love it. I love the porch, the windows, everything. I’d like it in a light yellow on a cul-de-sac with giant trees in the front. And a white picket fence.
So even those there is a chance of me getting that house like Kate Gosselin getting into Playboy, I can still dream. (Apparently so can she. Morals much?)
I think about living close to my girlfriends, playdates, watching our kids grow up together. I saw two moms out walking with their kids yesterday and laughing and I thought, “Pretty soon that’ll be me.” And I got that all encompassing surge of excitement that makes you want to hug the whole world, or clean really fast…that one is just me, huh?
I think about taking Bella places for the afternoon; trips to the zoo, museums and aquarium that don’t require two full days, 6 hours in the car and our entire home to be packed just to visit. Mom groups, baby yoga, story time at the library. Date nights for Sam and I at places that don’t use the terms, “Just like Grandma used to make,” “Real lard,” or “Wednesday night is Cowboy Karaoke – wear your spurs for half off.”
I think about finding new places to shop (oh, I think about that one a lot) and meeting new people. I think about looking for schools, talking to realtors, taking tours of different towns to see which is perfect for us.
Sure I’ll be sad to leave. But I want to dwell on the good things, the parts that almost take my breath away with the endless possibilities for our new life. We plan on staying there – forever if we can. It’s thrilling to dream about – the unknown at times can be the most exciting part of all. That’s what I need to remember.
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