Here goes nothing

Yeah, nothing is about what this blog will be about. Not that my life is nothing, but I don't know how much more interesting my life is than anybody else's. I suppose the point of a blog is not to be more interesting than someone else but to involve all the someone elses in your life. Allow people to have a glimpse into your "normal" if you will.

So I am getting ready to make the big move to Kansas. Right now I am making that sucking my teeth sound. Of course you can't hear it, but I think it adds to my feelings. I just don't know anyone there and I know everyone here. Not that I spend much time with everyone in Michigan and not that I won't find new friends in Kansas, but it won't be the same. I won't be the one to say, "do you remember when there was that restaurant in the old mall..." or "I remember when she was just a kid. Can you believe she has kids now?" I will no longer be one of the oldtimers. No I will be the new one. The one who is mysterious at church. The one who is bombarded by people and gets to answer the same questions over and over. The sad part is that I am secretly very shy. So when new people arrive in the ward or the neighborhood or at work, I am the one not asking questions. It is a character flaw. I love people but I have to force myself to get out of my comfort zone.

I know that many of you are saying. You are not shy. How could you have choosen a career with people when you are shy? Well, I step very far out of my comfort zone until all of the people at work are my friends or at church are my friends or where ever I am.

So I am scared. Very scared. Not just about getting adjusted, but selling the house, paying the bills, whether or not my cat will stay in the neighborhood, finding friends for Aidan.

Speaking of cats, random thought, do you think she could find her way back to Michigan? I mean you hear stories but that is the exception right? Most animals adjust alright? They don't flip out or anything do they? I do have a fear of this. Nine years ago when I moved into my own house and officially out of my mom's I brought my cat Shamrock with me. Oh Shamrock. He must have been 10 years old. I got him here and set up house and my mom came over one day and said he looked depressed. Granted he wouldn't go outside, but I thought he was adjusting. But my mother looked into those cat eyes and said he was sad. And with that she put him in her car and took him home. And that was that.

I have a strange feeling she would do that with Aidan if it were that easy. Now I don't think she would put him in the trunk to get him back to her house like she did the cat, but I think she would take him home in an instant.

Okay the hour is late and Aidan is not sleeping. So off I go to attempt to get him to sleep.

Andrea