So not a whole lot has happened since my last blog, I am still feeling like this move isn't real and that it probably won't happen. However I am preparing for it to happen, we now have an internationl mover coming to take our stuff on May 12th, which is one less thing I have to worry about woo hoo.
However with all the worry swirling around in my curly haired head, there is the thought that Roy and I might just get to live like a married couple should....like on our own without parents. Almost 6 years of marriage and SHAAAZAAM we might, just might have our own place. I do think about this a lot and have found that looking at houses on the internet spurs me on to keep pushing forward and to make this move happen. It has also taught me just how much of a house snob I am. I look at houses and say things like "Ohh horrible carpet" or "Who the hell in their right mind would put that wallpaper up?" or my best one yet "Eww that house looks like 100 grannys have died in it" Yep I am a house snob of the worst kind. But, I think I have a right to be, I have waited long enough and been through enough shit to want to have, what I want to have. My Mom is not a part of my house snobbery, she thinks if it is cheap and still standing I should buy it. NO WAY!
I don't let myself get too excited about buying a house (ha ha, well I "try" not to get excited), because I know we still need to get good jobs, buy at least 2 cars, and at the very least get ourselves a cell phone contract. Not to mention we need to get furniture, save for the down payment and build up my credit...so I know we have some time and some money to find. However whenever I think of these hurdles I also think about the most inspiring thing my husband has ever said to me, and he said it at a time when I so desperately needed to hear it. I will set the scene for you:
Picture us standing in front the of the US Embassy in London, we were in line to go in and hear the decision whether Roy would get his green card or not. After a morning of running (literally) to the train station, hopping on the early train, fighting the rush hour crowds on the London tube, almost getting food poisoing from THE WORSE BK breakfast ever, and navigating our way to the Embassy we were finally in the line I had worried and dreamed about for 10 months. We were about 5 people away froom going into the security hut and then finally going into the Embassy to wait and wait and wait and wait until our number finally came up and we go to the window 13 to find out our fate. So we are standing there, it is sunny and raining a little bit, as is typical of English weather, I am looking at the huge golden eagle perched on top of this unimpressive office building, and trying to identify the states flags that wave outside (I am rubbish at this by the way) and I hear Roy say "You know darlin, the only thing that stands between us and our farm is this building and about $190,000." I don't know what happend inside, but it just clicked....he was right...just this building and the decision that awaits inside and a good chunk of money, and I will be well on my way to being a farmers wife, and that is the end goal right?
So anway here I sit 2 months and a little bit from hopping on that plane and re-beginning my life as an American. I don't feel anything but worry...and maybe just hint a of excitement...but I just might be taking my life off hold and that is more exiciting then all the worry I have.
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