Move 2017

I've been putting my writing on temporary "hold" since the move in August/September and it's time to get back and start writing again.  The class I was attending did help me with my writing to an extent.  But now, I just have to devote at least 20 minutes to writing each day.

Twenty minutes is really nothing.  Once I start writing a hour goes by very quickly.  I just have to get my motor running again.  I just can't leave Linda in a coma for the rest of her life, can I?

No Linda must get out of her coma, and life needs to resume back to normal.  If you are reading this your probably have no idea what I'm talking about.  It's okay.  Linda is a fictional character, and she is fine for the moment at least.  I just have to get back to writing and save her.

As for my normal, this new house is finally becoming to feel more comfortable.  It is no longer just a space that belonged to someone else.  It is becoming OUR space.  I cannot even start to explain what a whirlwind the past few months have been.  If you were to tell me that I would be living in a house like this in Santa Cruz County a year ago, I would have have never believed it.  Sure, this time last year, Rich was already showing me different real estate listings on his little iPad, but I would have never guessed it would eventually really happen.

"Hey, honey, look at this one," Rich would say happily getting out of his very comfortable easy chair to show me another listing while I typed away at the kitchen table.

"Yes, that looks nice," I would respond, all the while thinking to myself how his mindset had changed since we first bought our home in San Jose 14 years ago.  Rich had seemed to love living San Jose so much.

 "There's no place like San Jose," he would say, over and over again, "I'm not moving, no reason to move from here."

Rich's job was there, and Matthew lived close to there, before he eventually came to move in with us.  Yes, I had a commute to work, but it was a reverse commute, and my kids were not ready to change schools.  Nicholas was a baby, and my mother watched him in Santa Cruz while I worked-it all made sense.  When my older kids realized that living in a different city other than the one you lived in wasn't "fun", they eventually went to school near the house, and so did Nicholas.  My job hours decreased to only 30 hours (as I had requested) and things were just fine, until that schedule was taken away, and I simply just retired early from that "place" I worked for 26 years.

At first the thought of moving back to Santa Cruz County sounded great.  Being back "home" would be wonderful because it was where I was from.  I could actually never get lost there.  I missed the smell of the ocean, and the people.  San Jose was big.  It had big stores, big buildings, and long streets that lasted an eternity, usually filled with strangers.   My children seemed to almost automatically assimilate well in their new city, no matter how much they had protested on the move there in the beginning.  They embraced their new town, and went to school and eventually found new friends.  They loved their teachers, and made good relationships, and found jobs, and grew to know San Jose very well.  I on the other hand was torn between San Jose and Santa Cruz, usually driving over the hill either to work, or making visits to my mother.  I made a handful of friends and drove with with the help of my GPS and still got lost most of the time.  

My home in San Jose was a start of so many good things; fourteen years of ups and downs-mostly ups with our growing family.  There were a few squabbles with the kids, and some heartaches with combining our families, but for the most part the house was built with a lot of great memories.  How was I going to be able to leave that now and start somewhere else?  I had never lived in a house for so long with my children.  Not only were there memories there, there was a lot of investment money wise including the custom pool we put it, the new floors, our newly remodeled kitchen.  Ok, it wasn't necessarily a model home, but it was a very nice, and comfortable one.

We (Rich and I) started seeing houses for sale in May, and it began as a very lackluster experience for both of us.  Rich and I would look over the area, and like, it, but the homes inside were nothing "special".  It lacked what we had in San Jose.  There was just nothing that really made us say to ourselves, "Wow, I could really see us living here." until we we walked through the house that we eventually live in now.  I remember seeing this house for the first time, thinking to myself, "this is all that we need", but disbelieving at the same time that we would ever be able to purchase such a great place.  The smell of the redwoods surrounding the house and the peacefulness of the area got me at first, and then it was the kitchen and the bedrooms, and of course the enormous tub in the master bathroom that I've always wanted but never managed to get.  But for the price they were asking, dear God, I really didn't believe it, but there was always a hope.

Well, we weren't going to lose anything by not trying.  Our real estate agent Amber didn't even seem to think they would accept our bid, and I believe it shocked her more than it did us when we eventually signed the papers for this home.  They accepted our bid, and we signed the papers on 8/2/17, leaving us with only 14 days to sell our house in San Jose.  August 2nd.  Not my favorite day of the year because it happened to be the anniversary of my father's death.  Rich came home with even more news that day; the daughter of his former employer who had recently passed away came to Rich's office that day saying that she wanted to give him all of her father's former customers.  It all seemed a big weird coincidence, because I was not expecting any good news to come on that particular day, but it was almost a sign from above telling us to "go for it".

We had 14 days though.  Rich and I had planned a weekend away to Half Moon Bay at a very beautiful golf resort months ago, and although the trip took our minds off of what was going on for a little bit, we were both feeling nervous and anxious.  We spent the few days questioning ourselves, and asking "what if's".  What were we going to do if we couldn't sell our house?  Would we lose the house in Scotts Valley?  Should we try and look for a new house, or wait a few years to sell, and look again later?  Bill our real estate agent seemed to think that we had nothing to worry about, and that we could sell our house within the 14 days.  We already had an open house that Sunday, so we  rushed back early to San Jose for our first Open House.  I quickly cleaned and vacuumed to make the house as pretty as possible, and there it began.  Open House where strangers were going to begin walking through our home; it all hit me at once quickly.  Damn, this is really happening.  We got our first bid 5 days later.


The days proceeding were days of much contemplation of  sitting in my jacuzzi, thinking of how much I wanted to move, and how much I didn't.  It was really happening.  It was time to think of gathering moving boxes and actually pack.  How were we going to manage to do that in 14 days?  Matt was getting married in DC in September, and if all went as planned we would have to move everything the week we would be coming home.  It seemed impossible, and Rich seemed a little irritated each time he saw me pack another box up.

"You know it is a little early to do that."

It wasn't. My mind had already been set that it was going to happen, and the last thing I needed was for anyone to tell me that it might not.  I was already driving Nicholas over the hill to Scotts Valley each morning for school.  This was going to happen; no matter how long it took for the buyers of our home to sign the papers.  Our agent was getting nervous that things were not being signed on time on the other end.  I was getting nervous, Rich was getting nervous, Mary our neighbor was getting nervous about the people moving in.  Were they going to take care of the lawn as well as we did?  Would they love our house just as much as we do/did.  With each box I taped up and boxed, I was already slowly starting to disassociate myself from the house.  I was packing, and I was going to continue to pack.  Rich seemed to just think everything would pack itself.  No worries though because I proved him wrong very quickly.

After a mix of happy but stressful "before wedding" and "after wedding" situations, which I will not go into now, we got back from our whirlwind 4 day trip to DC to arrive home with a two day window.  We arrived home on a Tuesday evening, and we had to be out and in our new house on Thursday.  Hello! I saw the first look of urgency in Rich's face. Yes, it was actually happening.  A white moving truck was in our driveway with 6 or 7 men and they were there to move my house to another home.  From the looks of them, I would have never guessed how strong these guys were; despite their size they were holding 100 lbs on their shoulders.  My house of 14 years was moved in a matter of only hours.  On Thursday night we found ourselves sleeping in another home in our bed, and we awoke to the sound of woodland creatures.  They were sounds that I had never heard of since my girl scout days of long ago from camping outside.  I heard owls, hawks, and sounds of squabbling squirrels; all seemingly calling out to me, as if they were saying, "hello, lady, welcome to the forest..."