Almost Out The Door
07/07/06 Filed in: Poppycock
We're under a mound of boxes here, a good number of
them are packed, but many several have yet to be
assembled and stuffed. The movers will be at the
doorstep first thing Monday, and by the end of the
day we'll have not a stick of our own in the house.
I haven't moved like this since...well, ever. My parents sold the house I grew up in the moment I set out on my own. I did move several times when I lived in LA, but because I was nomadic, I rarely had more than a pick-up truck full of stuff to cart from one place to another. And one of my moves was into an apartment on an upper floor in the same building. But Jo has moved many many many times: big, house-sized moves with two small children in tow.
This one is a bit different in that respect-the girls are off doing Summer kid stuff until the end of July (Hillary to Switzerland, Maia to camp), leaving the heavy lifting to us. Which is probably best. They've both been pretty good about the idea of moving, meaning there's been a minimum of protest, tears, and whining. It has to be tough at that age, though, leaving friends and a comfortable routine for a new life and a new set of challenges.
We'll have our own challenges: The professional theatre scene is not as active in North Carolina (practically nonexistent when compared to this area), so I'll have to cover the South Eastern Region to find work on stage. There are a few commercial production houses, and voice work is a viable option. And I do plan to hit NY every few months, if only to pester my friends.
Jo will need to get her Real Estate license, and NC is a Broker state as well, so she'll need to get that license, too, if she wants to continue in that business.
I can't say I'll miss New Jersey all that much. Montclair is a nice little town ("The Upper East Side of New Jersey"), and the commute into the city is ridiculously easy...we're a half block from the bus and two blocks from the train...but the traffic is miserable here, the surrounding area is filthy, and the state government is hopelessly corrupt.
Feh. Off to play with packing tape.
I haven't moved like this since...well, ever. My parents sold the house I grew up in the moment I set out on my own. I did move several times when I lived in LA, but because I was nomadic, I rarely had more than a pick-up truck full of stuff to cart from one place to another. And one of my moves was into an apartment on an upper floor in the same building. But Jo has moved many many many times: big, house-sized moves with two small children in tow.
This one is a bit different in that respect-the girls are off doing Summer kid stuff until the end of July (Hillary to Switzerland, Maia to camp), leaving the heavy lifting to us. Which is probably best. They've both been pretty good about the idea of moving, meaning there's been a minimum of protest, tears, and whining. It has to be tough at that age, though, leaving friends and a comfortable routine for a new life and a new set of challenges.
We'll have our own challenges: The professional theatre scene is not as active in North Carolina (practically nonexistent when compared to this area), so I'll have to cover the South Eastern Region to find work on stage. There are a few commercial production houses, and voice work is a viable option. And I do plan to hit NY every few months, if only to pester my friends.
Jo will need to get her Real Estate license, and NC is a Broker state as well, so she'll need to get that license, too, if she wants to continue in that business.
I can't say I'll miss New Jersey all that much. Montclair is a nice little town ("The Upper East Side of New Jersey"), and the commute into the city is ridiculously easy...we're a half block from the bus and two blocks from the train...but the traffic is miserable here, the surrounding area is filthy, and the state government is hopelessly corrupt.
Feh. Off to play with packing tape.
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