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Honey's main interests are online dating, long distance dating, and long term relationships. She met her boyfriend on MySpace and they have been exclusive since their first date over three years ago. Currently they live in Tempe, Arizona. Honey graduated with her PhD in Composition and Rhetoric in May 2009. You can contact Honey via email here or online here.

Moving Day = Excitement + Mixed Feelings

My landlord’s wife found someone to move into my apartment. Great news! They are going to let me out of my lease early so that he can move in. However, in order for all this to happen, I need to be out of the apartment by Sunday, May 11. Egads! So I have reserved a U-Haul truck and movers on either end to load/unload the truck. Now I am packing like a fiend. I actually don’t own a ton of stuff and 1/3 of it has already been moved to Phoenix, so this is not going to be too tough. I find that now that everything is happening, though, there are mixed feelings (about the move, not the BF).

This weekend the BF and I started shifting furniture around at his place to get ready for the influx of stuff (we’re going to move all my things to Phoenix and then decide what things we’re each going to get rid of to make everything fit).


(this may or may not be boxes and boxes of my crap.)

In a totally gooey romantic note, this means that on the day of our two-year anniversary I will be completely moved in with him. Two years ago today–we had exchanged maybe two e-mails. I never would have imagined this.

I am so happy.

However, I am very sad to give up my Flagstaff apartment. It is the cutest place I have ever lived, and I have also very much enjoyed living on my own for the past few years. I remember being scared to not have roommates, but it has been so freeing and great that I am kind of sad to not have that anymore. I was kind of procrastinating moving out even though I probably wouldn’t have been here past the 11th anyway, just because I didn’t quite want to admit that the place wouldn’t be mine anymore. It’s probably good that the landlord found someone because a) they never would have let me out of my lease otherwise, and paying double rent sucks, and b) I wasn’t trying too hard on my own.

My whole life (okay, it started my senior year of high school) I have felt nostalgic and sad when moving on to “the next thing.” I feel like every time I have put down roots and worked hard to get everything in my life exactly the way I want it, everything changes. High school ended and I went away to college knowing hardly anyone at my new school. I half think I got my Master’s degree just to stay in the town I lived in during undergrad for two more years. I moved across the country for another degree and the friends I have made here have been great–but we are all slowly graduating and moving on anyway, so they will all leave even if I don’t. I will have to make all new friends again, find a new job (something I have never done–all my work has been for the universities I’ve attended), adjust to living with someone full time–it’s scary.

I guess I am finally becoming a grown-up. Now if only the job search would suddenly pan out, I’d be sitting pretty.

  • http://dadshouseblog.com dadshouse

    Good luck on your move! As for becoming a grown-up, moving does that, for sure. I’m in my 40s and I’ve lived in about 10 places since moving to the Bay Area 20 years ago. Thankfully I’ve been in the same home for 7 years now, so moving days are behind me for a while! Hope all works out for you.

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  • http://www.phantasmagoricdreams.com Becca aka Chaotic Kitten

    I understand totally how you feel. My BF and I have been talking about me moving to Chicago, where he lives. I want to for many reasons, but at the same time, I’m scared to. Because I would be leaving my friends and family behind and I don’t know what would happen to me once I did move up there. But I still have time before I really need to make up my mind.

  • http://cheekiebacktalk.blogspot.com cheekie

    break a leg Honey!
    I know you’ll be fine…but I totally, completely and utterly understand how you feel. I have moved ( most times not my choice) so many times that when people ask me my hometown I have to stop and think about it.

    I have been living on my own, well with kiddo part time, for a bit now, and I have lived solo as a singe girl before. I miss those days of my complete, total, whatever/however-many throw cushions I wanted days….Now I am in ‘flux’ and need a change. Moving somewhere might or might not be the answer. When you have kids, you can’t just ‘go’.

    So I say, enjoy the exerience’s now! You are having some great ones!


  • http://www.worklovelife.com Holly Hoffman

    As a veteran mover, I feel your pain. We moved every year growing up, and the classic Sag in me still feels the urge to move on every 6-12 months. I call it the Great Sloughing Off. I hope you’ll embrace the opportunity to get rid of all the crap you don’t need… it’s so liberating!

    Good luck and best to you!

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