First Move: I’m so excited!

I was about to shake off the dust of my small Ohio town and head out to see the world! I was so excited!  I’d just graduated from college, become engaged to a Naval officer, and we were leaving Ohio to start our lives in the exotic (and warm!) San Diego, California.  The world was my oyster!  The biggest challenge (other than planning the wedding, that is) was to get all our worldly possessions from point A (my house) to point B (my fiancé’s house three hours away, and from whence the military move would originate) to point C (our very first apartment in Imperial Beach, California.)

     We didn’t have much; a few suitcases of clothes and books; an antique Jenny Lind bedroom set from my Aunt’s estate; and various and sundry bridal shower gifts that would enable me to set up housekeeping in our new home, far far away. 

I personally drove the stuff from point A to point B, wherein I enjoyed yet another bridal shower, oohed and ahhed over the gifts, then left everything there for the movers to pick up and transport.  While there was a list made (for purposes of thank-you-note writing) I didn’t spend more than a few seconds with each item, hence had only a vague recollection of all the wonderful gifts we’d received.

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My childhood could be described as a fairy tale.  No, seriously, one cold, snowy Ohio morning when I was in first grade I got on the school bus in front of my old abode, then my parents waved their magic wand and uttered the magic words, “Abracadabra, alli kazam and bippity bopity boo.” That afternoon I rode a different school bus home to my new digs on the other side of town.    All my worldly possessions were set up in my new bedroom: my doll resting on my quilt, my Mary Janes lined up in my closet, and my books stacked by my bed.  Just like my old home, only the wall color was different (yellow instead of pink.) I have no recollection of boxes, although I seriously doubt my parents could pack, move and unpack that fast!  But they seemed to so in my mind, moving was no big deal.

Ah, the innocence of youth. 

Fifteen years after that single, magical moving experience, I married a man in uniform, which unbeknownst to me at the time meant I had a lot of moves in my future. Nineteen to be exact, hence I speak from experience when I talk “moving”.

And I’ve met a LOT of people over the past 30 years that also have “moving stories” to contribute!  There’s always something new here so check back often.