In just 4 months, after spending 90% of my life in Cheyenne, we are picking up and moving to Boise. Miraculously, we have convinced Gramps and Bibi to move too, mostly by literally (and shamelessly) dangling the baby in front of their faces. Moving makes you take stock, of your place, your possessions, your people. MY People. When we first started breaking the news a few months ago, we jokingly referred to The I Hate Kate and Andy Club--there was only ONE person in Cheyenne who reacted positively to the news and she's so sunshiny we question if she's actually human (I'm looking at you, A.W.). Some people are down right angry that we are leaving. They are the leaders of the IHKA Club.
I know change is hard, which is why I try to avoid it for the most part. I've had people move away from me (I GUESS I forgive you, J). And even though moving is pretty much the hardest thing I can imagine right now, all these negative reactions from people are just expressions of love. I wonder if all of My People realize that for us, the ones who are leaving, the sadness is compounded. When your friend moves away, you lose one person. When you move away, you lose ALL of your people in one fell swoop. And even though it's our choice to leave, and while I know they're not exactly "lost", it is an ache so deep that I can't really even acknowledge it.
Then yesterday happened. I was talking about how I am MIRED in the logistics of moving. What to pack, when to pack it (during naps? ya right!), unpacking once we get there, where to set up the new studio, WHERE TO HANG THE PIG PAINTING IN THE NEW HOUSE???--all the important stuff. I am so stressed out about it that I can't sleep. The physical move itself, just packing, moving, and unpacking, seems so huge on it's own without all the other emotional stuff that I can't even see my way through to the other side. I have NO IDEA how I will get there. How I can BE anywhere else. But regarding the major problem of where to put my studio, Christopher said, "Kate, you are the most resourceful motherf**ker I know, you'll figure it out." Um...thanks?.... Yes. THANKS! And then the best part:
I know change is hard, which is why I try to avoid it for the most part. I've had people move away from me (I GUESS I forgive you, J). And even though moving is pretty much the hardest thing I can imagine right now, all these negative reactions from people are just expressions of love. I wonder if all of My People realize that for us, the ones who are leaving, the sadness is compounded. When your friend moves away, you lose one person. When you move away, you lose ALL of your people in one fell swoop. And even though it's our choice to leave, and while I know they're not exactly "lost", it is an ache so deep that I can't really even acknowledge it.
Then yesterday happened. I was talking about how I am MIRED in the logistics of moving. What to pack, when to pack it (during naps? ya right!), unpacking once we get there, where to set up the new studio, WHERE TO HANG THE PIG PAINTING IN THE NEW HOUSE???--all the important stuff. I am so stressed out about it that I can't sleep. The physical move itself, just packing, moving, and unpacking, seems so huge on it's own without all the other emotional stuff that I can't even see my way through to the other side. I have NO IDEA how I will get there. How I can BE anywhere else. But regarding the major problem of where to put my studio, Christopher said, "Kate, you are the most resourceful motherf**ker I know, you'll figure it out." Um...thanks?.... Yes. THANKS! And then the best part:
You will have a week or two of hell packing up your house. Moving day will come, you will get in the truck and drive to your new house. You will unload, sit down on your couch IN YOUR NEW LIFE, look out the front window, and smile.
And we will BE there. And it will begin.
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Plus, we're moving to a house that grows its own mushrooms. So there's that.
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