Heading back north today to share Thanksgiving with my family (and finish some last-minute packing). Not looking forward to braving the traffic in DC/NJ/NYC/Hartford/Mass Pike, but I am looking forward to seeing everyone again. It's been a little over two weeks, which would be the longest I've gone without seeing my family, well, ever.
There will also be frantic packing - we're hoping to close on the house in MA in a little over two weeks, so we need to be ready to pack everything up ASAP. There's not a lot left - Mrs. G. and her wonderful family have seen to that - but there's still a handful of things I need to attend to and get packed up.
It's funny, that. After 14 years of living in the same place, there's a lot of memories in the old house. When we moved into the house, we were in our 20s, both working professional jobs (and neither of us more than 5 miles away!). Now we're in our 40s, with one child finishing elementary school and another in middle school (what used to be called "junior high" back in the Stone Age when I was at that same school).
BabyGirl G. is sad about leaving. She's upset at having to leave her friends behind and go somewhere new, and I can't say I blame her. She's starting to find her groove, and now she'll have to start from scratch. TheBoy is taking it a little better, figuring that this is a new adventure and a way to start fresh.
One of the things we like is that it's going to give the kids a new experience; neither the Mrs. nor I moved very far in our entire lives. We have always lived in MA, in the northeast corner; the Mrs. moved about 20 miles from her childhood home when we moved into our house; I moved about 100 feet. TheBoy and BabyGirl G. are going to have a new set of experiences that neither the Mrs. nor I experienced, and I think overall it's a good thing.
I've been in the same neighborhood my entire life. So has my 71 year old father. In some ways that's great - I know pretty much everyone in town, and they know me. When my dad had a diabetic episode two years ago, I knew all but two of the first responders who came to the house - the firefighters, the police officers, all but the actual EMTs were local guys that I knew from church, Scouts, or PTA.
It's tough to leave that behind, it really is. As much as I hate the state of Massachusetts, I really do love my little town. However, even as much as I love my little town, I'm loving the new job even more. Even with an hour-long commute (or more!) in NoVA traffic - that ought to tell you something right there. I'm also more than a little excited about the opportunities I'll have in Virginia as opposed to MA - things like suppressors and new Pmags. Not that those are what we're leaving for, but added bonuses.
I've got a lot to be thankful for this Thanksgiving...
That is all.
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