I used to live in Arizona, and I loved loved LOVED it there. Eventually I moved back east, and whenever I'd go to AZ for a visit, my heart would break. I'd pine for my friends, I'd pine for the weather, the landscape, the hiking, the good Mexican food, etc. I found myself talking smack and feeling really negative about Delaware when I was out there. When I'd come home, I'd instantly feel disappointed. I even kicked around the idea of moving back out west.
I had to keep reminding myself that when I was visiting Arizona, I was *on vacation*, and of course everything is going to be perfect! No job stress, my friends were all overjoyed to see me, people were extra-accomodating, I drove a sweet rental car, ate good food, I could do whatever I wanted during the day, I could come and go as I pleased. What's not to love?
It's so hard to look around your current town and see all the cool exploration-worthy things in your own backyard because we get so swept up with the mundane. Gotta go to work, gotta buy groceries, gotta clean the bathroom. Hell, I've lived in Delaware since 1999 and I've still never seen half of the cool stuff that's around here. Hello, Kalmar Nyckel? Mt. Cuba Observatory? All the museums and awesomeness that's 20 minutes away in Philly? Bleah! Gotta scrub the toilet-- no time. No wonder I hate it here.
In other news... Yeah, you're at a wee disadvantage moving into a home that wasn't purchased jointly. You always feel .0001% like a guest, or that the turf is uneven... this is his stuff, this is my stuff. That's hard. In my limited experience, that totally fades-- just takes time.
Oh, one more thing: I brought a then-boyfriend out to AZ for a visit once, and it was a major buzz-kill making sure he was comfy and entertained at all times (he was super-shy). Luckily Tom is the kind of guy who doesn't need a babysitter like that. :-)
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timeasmymeasure
I hear ya.
Date: 2007-02-21 06:56 pm (UTC)I had to keep reminding myself that when I was visiting Arizona, I was *on vacation*, and of course everything is going to be perfect! No job stress, my friends were all overjoyed to see me, people were extra-accomodating, I drove a sweet rental car, ate good food, I could do whatever I wanted during the day, I could come and go as I pleased. What's not to love?
It's so hard to look around your current town and see all the cool exploration-worthy things in your own backyard because we get so swept up with the mundane. Gotta go to work, gotta buy groceries, gotta clean the bathroom. Hell, I've lived in Delaware since 1999 and I've still never seen half of the cool stuff that's around here. Hello, Kalmar Nyckel? Mt. Cuba Observatory? All the museums and awesomeness that's 20 minutes away in Philly? Bleah! Gotta scrub the toilet-- no time. No wonder I hate it here.
In other news... Yeah, you're at a wee disadvantage moving into a home that wasn't purchased jointly. You always feel .0001% like a guest, or that the turf is uneven... this is his stuff, this is my stuff. That's hard. In my limited experience, that totally fades-- just takes time.
Oh, one more thing: I brought a then-boyfriend out to AZ for a visit once, and it was a major buzz-kill making sure he was comfy and entertained at all times (he was super-shy). Luckily Tom is the kind of guy who doesn't need a babysitter like that. :-)