Moving, Yet Again



I don’t usually use my blog like a journal, but today I’m making an exception.  Moving is stressful and sometime traumatic, and dear readers, I am subjecting myself to it, willingly, yet again!

I was born with wheels on my butt.  At least it seems so.  I have lived all over the United States.  As a kid, I had a step-dad that picked fruit for a living.  Later on, my mother married a man in the Air Force.

Much of my early youth was spent in the back of the station wagon.  We would load up and move with the car piled high with our belongings.  We looked a bit like the Beverly Hillbillies.  I would be in the very back of the wagon with my baby brother.

After I moved away from home, at the tender age of 16, I continued to move.  My first marriage at 16 yrs. old didn’t work out.  Big surprise there, huh?  So I moved from Texas to Wisconsin, then back to Texas and finally to Oregon.

I spent a lot of years in Oregon, but moved and lived all over the state.  At one point I moved 6 times in one year!  Crazy, I know.

34 years later I find myself back in the state of Texas and still moving.

I’ve been here about 3 years now and have lived in an apartment during that time.  The apartment, although nice, is not the same as living in a house.  So I got it into my head that I wanted to move, yet again.

I’m getting too old for this crap!

Although I have hired someone to move me, there is still a LOT of work involved in getting ready to make the move.

There was a time when I could load all of my possessions into my Volkswagen Bug and move.  Well, not anymore.

When did we decide we need all this STUFF?

I work full time and I have always been the type of person that is done in after 40 hours.  With the added chore of having to pack, mark, stack, clean, etc., etc., for moving, I am exhausted!

And I’m not done!  I have to finish packing and then make sure the apartment is clean and ready for me to vacate so I can get my deposit back.

I guess I’m whining.

There is still another week and a half before my move.  I have one more full weekend to get everything done that I need to do.

Do I hear any volunteers?   Hello?  Anyone?


3 thoughts on “Moving, Yet Again

  1. Hi Penny! In my younger years, my furniture had more miles than my car! LOL I, too, married at 16 yrs old, and after 2 children, it failed. Big shock. He was discharged from the Air Force in Montana – a General Discharge that could be upgraded at a later date. He never served his full term. He had gotten into trouble and was in corrective training. He chose to leave afterwards. His mother flew from Maine, where he was from, and insisted that he stay in but he had no respect for her so he was even more determined to get out. And then I married this loser! LOL And ended up 3000 miles away from my mother in Maine. Got pregnant shortly after we married. He was abusive. I got out by the grace of God and he started to hitchhike his way back to Montana in the middle of January. We located him via the State Patrol and my sweet mother sent him a bus ticket back to Montana at my behest. So we stayed together for a while and our son was born prematurely. He was incredibly jealous so I wasn’t allowed to go visit my baby as often as I wanted to until I got a hold of my mother and she would come get me and take me to see him. We moved to another apartment that had my name on the lease. I was pregnant and denied it even at 5 months and we both worked at the greasy spoon 24 hour diner across the alley from where we lived. My boss told me that if I did not go to a doctor, he would fire me. So I went and he said I was pregnant (Duh, it was quite obvious) and because I had already had a premature birth at 6 1/2 months they needed to watch me. They wanted to do a C scan which we now call and ultrasound but it was $200 that we didn’t have so I refused and the doctor told me to find someone else who will practice sloppy medicine! I found another doctor and told him what the first doctor said. He was on the phone with this doctor, I could hear him yelling at him!!! I ended up going into labor early with my daughter and they stopped the labor… they only wanted to give her lungs at least two more weeks. The medication they put me on made my heart beat so hard it moved my bed! Back then you could still smoke in the hospital! Anyway, I had one contraction during the time I had been on this drip and I refused to continue it. i said I would take the oral medication but not the drip. They told me that I didn’t care about my baby. I told them that I have a son at home that came much earlier that this one (I didn’t know it was a girl at the time) and he is perfectly fine. This one will come when it comes! Two weeks later, the same nurse is helping me into the bed and she whispers into my ear, you were right, weren’t you! I felt so vindicated! I ended up having a healthy beautiful baby girl. I was amazed that I had a girl! I had always wanted to have a boy and a girl. And God gave me just what I wanted! I ended up divorcing their biological father. I moved back to where I grew up, which is Wisconsin. I saw that you had lived in Wisconsin so I just thought maybe it would have been close to where I live. I have married the same man twice. I divorced him. Then remarried him two years after divorcing him. A few years into the second marriage, my children, who have only know my husband as a father, asked for him to adopt them on Father’s Day so that they could be his and have his name. It is a very emotional thing for me. He did adopt them. Their birth certificates have his name on them. We still reside in Wisconsin. Our children are grown and have families of their own. I know this is probably much more than you wanted to know, but I felt that someone there was a connection with the moving and Wisconsin.

    God bless you,
    Rhonda aka nanarhonda


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