For a few weeks now, we have been packing, and thanks to the contractor who was building the home, and connections with him that we had through friends, we were able to start moving things into our new home as soon as he was done working on it, and now, we are finally done!
Being completely moved into the house makes my joy springs overflow! If you're thinking, "What the heck are joy springs?" let me explain! You know when you're so happy that your innards are all warm and happy and smiling and gooey and your face is all warped and big and smiling (if you're me there are usually happy, ugly tears that accompany). Those are your joy springs! I love our new house and can't wait to decorate and make memories there! But in this season of happiness, I have come to realize something that I am extremely annoyed by (Those of you who know me are surprised right now, thinking, "I thought she was already annoyed by everything?!") , and something that on most occasions, I feel extremely disrespected by. That annoyance is the question I receive from others as to "WHY?"...
Let me explain. This annoyance started a small spark in me when Todd and I were getting married! I would receive a congratulations, and then many questions; most of which were met with happy smiles and kind remarks. But when someone would ask me, "Where are you guys getting married?" And I would reply happily, "Lyons, KS!" The asker's face would gnarl up and I would get the response, "Why?" My wedding, my precious wedding (which happened to be the best day of my life, in little Lyons, KS) was being questioned, and I felt it necessary to defend her. "Well, he lives in Sterling. We go to church together at the Baptist church there, we like our pastor, it's pretty close to both of our families, there is an awesome reception area there that we are using, etc." Why on earth was I having to defend choices that Todd and I made together? Choices that, for once, were easy to make and made the most sense, made us happy, and made it easy on our guests? Why couldn't these people just be happy for Todd and I?
So that brings me to the LARGE annoyance that came, as we were preparing to move into our new home. Let me preface, our new home is in another town. We moved from Sterling, which means that now, my commute has gone from 30 minutes to 38 minutes, and Todd is now commuting about 45 minutes, when before, he could have walked to school. So the questions started to poor in, "When will your house be done?" "When will you move?" "Do you have pictures?" "Have you gotten to make decisions?" (And then things take a turn...) "Where is it exactly? Oh... (And that's when it hits me in the gut...) "Why are you moving THERE?" I hope on the word "there" you made a stink face, because that is the exact face I got to see over, and over again. My home, my beautiful, brand-spanking new home, with the dark wood cabinets that I wanted, and the basement, and three bathrooms, and beautiful fairy dust sparkling on the walls, (Well, not so much the dust, but you get the picture.) was being attacked! Shiver me freakin' timbers! All hands on deck! This wise-guy's going to take a visit to Davy Jones' Locker! In my mind, I was in full fighting mode, and I swear that, just like on Pirates of the Caribbean, if you'd seen me step into the moonlight, I would have been a skeletal, pirate ghost.
Again, why couldn't these people be happy? So instead of become my favorite pirate (the one whose wooden eye won't stay in his head), I began to defend my new ship...err, I mean house! "We are closer to family here!" "We have friends that we love living right down the street!" "We do a lot of traveling on the weekends, and when we were in Sterling, it took 45 minutes just to get us to a highway to start our journey." "Yes, my husband budgets like a mad-man, we CAN afford this." And so on!
So that is my news and my annoyance! I hope that as we start really putting our touch on things, that we will be able to share some pictures with you! And I hope that you're a positive question asker, and not a negative, gnarl-faced annoyance! Until next time, matey! I was going to end with a joke about pirate booty, but it's more fun to leave it at that and wonder what the heck I was going to say!