I don't think anyone's reading.....

So I started this blog months ago and I really suck at it. I'm thinking I need a better disciplinary action here........so I'm going to force myself to write on here at least four times a week even if I think I don't have anything to say. Just so you know.....in case anyone out there is actually reading this.

I've been highly transitory this summer.....from Tuscaloosa to Huntsville and back.....not to mention the two weeks I was going between B'ham and Tuscaloosa like always but also going to Huntsville on the weekends......then to the beach then back, then to Tuscaloosa to get moved. The part 1 of our moving day was a lesson in travel in itself. Since we couldn't move into our new apartment for two weeks, we drove between Tuscaloosa, Montgomery, and then back to Huntsville to stay with my parents for a few days. We're now in Atlanta, seeing grandparents and biding our time until we can complete part 2 of the move and actually get into our apartment.

All this moving makes me think about the first year I was married. Something about say "I do!" turned on a little button inside me that screamed "NEST!" I'm sure this wouldn't surprise anyone who knows me well at all. We were poor as any newlyweds usually are, and we couldn't afford for me to decorate anything, so of course I was all hot and bothered by this. When I was being really honest with myself, I could admit that I really wanted a house. I wanted to paint the walls, hang curtains, and plant a garden, regardless of the obvious fact that my mere presence kills plants. None of that mattered. I felt like, as a married person, I really needed a permanent home with my fine china displayed, linen on the table, and a regular schedule of friends coming over for wine and cheese.

This is why I married my husband. He spent most of his time assuring me that the life we were leading is how most people do. And even if that weren't true, we were glad that all our furniture was hand-me-down, and that we never had anywhere to unpack our china to. This would keep us light and spontaneous, able to move easily and follow our dreams at a moment's notice.

This was hardly encouraging to me.

But in the years since, I've been thankful. In the (almost) three years we've been married, we've lived in 3 different apartments and we're about to move into the fourth. We've been able to shed and trade furniture at will, never worrying about what we paid for it or whether or not we had paid it off yet. We can still fit everything we own in a 17 foot van, and I've finally gotten up the courage to do something wild and crazy--move to LA. Something in me knows that if I had nested that first year, settled into a condo or house I loved, painted walls and planted a thriving garden (harty har har), that dream would never have happened.