Today's Moving Extravaganza story is brought to you by the fabulous Regina at The Recovering Actor. It will definitely make you smile!
I've had to move a few times in my life... live in three different states (all adjacent to one another...) so I never felt like it was much of a change. Except for the first move I remember. My parents moved from Philly suburbs to Jersey before I turned one, so I don't remember that... but when I was about to start Kindergarten and we had to move, forget it.
I was perfectly fine in Jersey. I was right down the street from my baby cousin who used to bite me, I had a really cute neighbor whom I used to bite and another cute next door neighbor with a Nintendo and a twin sister, so I was set. Not to mention my best friend Cara with the lisp. I was golden at the tender age of four and a half. Except when I was picked as the cheese in the Farmer and the Dell... but that's another story.
I was not a happy camper when we had to move. At all. I was starting at a new school with all new friends in an entirely new state (back to PA, but I didn't remember PA the first time around). The house we were moving to still looked a lot like the Jersey house, but green instead of brown. And it was newer. When we moved in, actually, there were only about fifteen houses built in the entire development. Now it's much larger.
When we pulled up to the house in my parents' station wagon, there was a little girl sitting on our front steps. She walked right up to my mom and said "Hi, my name is Rachael and I'm six. Do you have any kids I can play with, preferrably girls?" And we were instant best friends. By the time we moved to the new house, I had just turned five... so a six year old as a best friend was okay with me. Cara was a year older than me. The neighbor with the Nintendo and his twin sister were both a year older than me. This was going to be perfect!
At it was. Until she moved to Florida. But at that girl on my front steps back in 1989 really made my first move (that I remember) way less scary than it needed to be. And ever since then, I haven't been nervous about moving. So far I haven't had anyone else sitting on my front steps. And maybe you won't have a little six year old on your front steps, Tova, but hopefully there will be that one person in your new state that will make it all worth while (besides Mr. Darling of course)