but in all honesty, I’m getting a little excited about moving.
::hears multiple head explosions::
I know, right? Because I’m trying to cram packing and moving into >3 weeks and doing it all by myself, but it’s kinda fun. Yesterday I threw out 4 trashbags full of crap we never use. I had such a rush, such a feeling of joy. Somehow this feels so familiar to me…
And here’s the other thing.
Are you ready?
Hold on to your chones.
No I’m not preggers.
I’m actually ::whispers:: excited about moving to Texas.
What’s that all about? I do wish it wasn’t El Paso. I mean, I had a 3 hour layover in Dallas on the way to see Sam in Georgia and let me tell you – Texas people rock my world with how friendly they are. There was a baby on the plane that screamed for 2 1/2 hours solid and no one said anything – everyone tried to help that poor mom out. Including me, but that’s a blog post for next week.
Dallas was green and pretty and I was all ::sad face:: that we didn’t get to live there.
But oh well. I’m excited for a new place, excited for another fresh start, excited that I’m getting a cute townhome and not another apartment (and I will make this happen if I die doing so – no more apartments).
I’m excited to be a real Army wife. Next to a base and with a commissary and EVERYTHING.
So there you have it. Revelations people.
Perhaps I should have saved this for tomorrow’s Sunday Confession. But I have a funny one for that.
Texas – I’m kinda glad we’re going to be friends. ::fist pump::