The beginning of 2015 has been a very stressful few months for me. I have hardly been writing as the stress has been debilitating. Every creative thought was banished from my brain to make way for agonizing ones. Atlanta's own Waffle House had nothing on the infighting happening in my own brain. Insomnia took root and the 4AM Law and Order and I become besties. How I love Lenny and Mr. Big. I parked myself at my kitchen island and stress ate anything I could find. For the record, it's not Skinny Pop if you chow the whole damn bag in one sitting. It was shameful, really. Even as I type this, I'm listening to Indigo Girls. I might as well go down in flames, right?
I barely survived a school event last week. I cried no fewer than four times when I was approached by friends asking about the move. My hormones rival my pregnancy hormones. I'm not, just in case you even wanted to think that thought.
What is the root of the this angst I speak of?
The Yoys are moving. To the suburbs. East Cobb, specifically. I can barely say it aloud. I'm excited. I'm scared sh*tless. I'm leaving my wonderful, amazing community of moms who are my support system. I'm leaving the elementary school that I love. I'm taking my boys away from their buddies. Away from a place I know that they are happy. I'm leaving the Synagogue that I was married in. I'm leaving the local taqueria that is my crack rock.
We've been in our home for nine years. I've lived in the city since 1999. I love living in the city. My community is full of characters. The downside of living in town is the occasional crime. And I am hypersensitive to it. Growing up, my family was a victim of crime countless times. I hate it. I hate the way it makes you feel so violated. Luckily, we've been spared since moving to our neighborhood in 2006. But many of my neighbors have not. My nerves are frayed. Mr. Yoy works late. It's just me and the Yoys most nights until 9 or 10. I'm afraid to take a shower when I'm home alone. My heart stops when the doorbell rings. I hardly sleep when Mr. Yoy travels for work. In summary, I'm a wuss with a side of crazy.
I hope I am making the right decision for my family. I am excited to meet my new neighbors and embark on the next chapter of our lives. And the second Little E heads out the door for college, Mr. Yoy and I will move into the St. Regis and live off of room service and spa treatments until we are old and gray, just like we've always planned.
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