Sometimes we fool ourselves into thinking we have it all together. And then a series of events piles up like traffic on the San Diego freeway and we end up feeling like a great big moron!
No sooner had I patted myself on the back for my great organizational skills on display as I whipped everything into shape faster than lightening when it came to our big move- I mean who else could sell off half of their stuff, sell their house and get moved over 1200 miles into new place pretty darn seamlessly??? And in 23 days??? Ah, but I forgot one giant detail that has proceeded to glare me in the face and laugh maniacally at my naïveté.
Folks, we are not apartment people. Not even for a short term kind of deal. How in the heck did I manage to forget that I once spent 4 years in a 580 sq. Foot dump of a rental house simply to avoid apartment living??? Not to mention that I have always called them compartments and wondered where the 'apart' part came in!
Sure, I own a vacation condo, but let me assure you- that is completely different. You don't like your noisy neighbor? No worries- they or you will be gone soon. And really, there's never more than half occupancy anyway so that issue is rare. Plus there's that little issue of ownership- makes a huge difference. And let's not forget smokers have to live somewhere so naturally they end up next door to me in every apartment I've ever been in. Llet's just say that my pride in my abilities to organize my own self and issues has taken a giant hit!
So now that we have made the choice to move yet again as I do not wish to join the ranks of my crazy relatives and possibly cause bodily harm to others, I'm feeling a little less than expert at decision making these days. My husband wants to take the opportunity to move closer to the beach, but that's expensive. I think I agree with him that we should go ahead and dive into the California culture while we are here. And yet, I fear being in a smaller place, even though I know I was capable of doing'tiny'in the past. I just do not want to feel like I have not managed to find the right place to call home- yet again.
What do you think? Have I become a 'suburban' girl who can't live without her space? Or will I regret not having done the beach thing even more? I'm especially interested in hearing from the beach dwellers out there!!!