So, moving is hard. Moving is very hard. Packing up all of your belongings, putting them into itty bitty (or not so itty bitty) boxes and moving them to wherever your relocating to and then finding new spaces for all of your worldly items.
Saying goodbye to your family. Saying goodbye to your friends. Driving away. Driving away his horrible.
Then, finding new things. A new doctor. A new dentist... new supermarkets, vets and hair dressers. You have to *think* about where you are going and how do you get there. You don't know anyone to call if you need something and if you need a cup of sugar... well, then jump in your car, think about where you are going and get you some.
So, all of these are the obvious difficulties in moving to another place.
You always have promises of when you come back to visit. When you come back to visit... well then you'll get to hang out with your friends, love on your family, see your family dog and scratch your kitties ears. Go eat sushi at your favorite restaurant and stop by to see your rent house. You'll get to "spend time" with all of those people you love and miss so much.
But you don't think of the fact that you just cannot fit it all into one itty bitty weekend. You can't think of and put your son first and work a full day AND still get into town and get it all done. And of course, you can't make everyone happy.
Moving is hard. What people don't mention is that those friends that you miss so much become email friends and phone friends (if you're lucky) and even blog friends. And I pray and hope and pray some more to keep in touch with them because when I move BACK to Houston I am going to NEED them because then I am going to be mourning my friends up here.
Moving is hard. You want to make people happy. You want to make your family happy. sometimes you feel like it would just be easier if you didn't visit at all. Then you can't miss it and you can't disappoint people.
There... I said it.
Moving is hard.