Halfway to Sixty Sunday, Aug 30 2009 

1 bunonthemove 4:27 am

I realized the other day that I am spitting range of 30. We are not talking a stone’s throw of a couple of years. Oh. No. Try months, people.  It’s one of those landmarks in a person’s life that makes one sit back and take stock. Forty may be the new 30 but when you get to 30 it’s still ..well… 30. I can’t say I’m entirely sad to be leaving my 20’s behind. I did a lot of learning in them. A lot of painful learning.  A good deal of really fabulous stuff happened as well ( see: husband and son) during this past decade.  But overall this past decade has been a might bit bumpy for my tastes.

The hard part of getting to this age and being where I am is that while I’m happy in my life I feel like I’m still waiting. For what you may ask. Good Question! I have no idea. But I’ve felt this way my entire life thus far. When I was a kid I was waiting to be an adult. When I was in high school I was waiting to be out. When I was in college I was still waiting to feel like an adult.  Here I am at 30, still tapping my toe, checking my watch, and wondering when the hell this show is going to get on the road.

I know all the rhetoric about life being a journey and not letting it pass you by and you are the only one who can things started for yourself. I know these things. This does not change the face that I still have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. None. It doesn’t seem like life is going to pause for a moment, let me catch my breath, and decide. I need to find a point. Good thing this is nothing new for me.

 

Oh Goodness Me – Where to begin …again Wednesday, Aug 26 2009 

1 bunonthemove 9:33 pm

Hi.  I’m back.  Where to begin…..so yeah. We no longer live in Lubbock.  That trip lasted 7 months and then job went “hey, so yeah, we need you to move here” and we went ” where?”  and looked at the even smaller dot on the large map of Texas.

Now we live in Midland. Mighty mighty Midland.

And then there were 3. Of us. Tookie ( ie: our kid) joined the team in December of last year.

And then we bought a house. Well, we are buying a house. Anyone know how to get that awful popcorn stuff off a ceiling? If you need me I’ll be on a ladder for the next couple of months.

Anyway – I think that brings us all up to speed.  Hopefully now that I have actual internet access I will actually post more than once every 2 years. Here’s hoping!

 

Waitin on daylight Friday, Oct 12 2007 

1 and Bunfiles bunonthemove 5:19 am

There are two paths you can take the night before your life changes forever. You can try to go to sleep and pretend that although you have to get up early in the morning – life goes on as normal. OR you can go out and live it up with your friends understanding that no matter how tired you body may actually be your mind will not let go of the fact that as of tomorrow your life will no longer EVER be the same. If you take a gander at the time stamp on this post you will notice that I have chosen the latter of the two.

I have not turned into a big sobbing puddle of goo on the floor ……yet. This is because while I am leaving my people behind, I actually get to be with my person as of tomorrow.  But I’m not that far away from going plasma. I have never lived over 300 miles away from where I was born – translation: I’ve never lived outside of Louisiana. And 27 years (almost 28, but whose counting really?) in one place can give you time to grow some mighty deep roots.

People keep telling me this is going to be such a big adventure. Of course these are the same people who were born and bred here and have never bothered to go elsewhere either and this is not happening to them. My heart hurts. I don’t have a lot of friends but the ones I do have here are real and true. I hate leaving that behind. Them behind. I’m not saying Louisiana is a great place to live – although, people, when it comes to food – well, I won’t get into it. There are plenty of places a lot more spiffy – I can probably come up with at least 3 dozen right off the top of my head. But those aren’t the places where I can call CP on any random night and count on some grub time at the Waffel Haus. Or know that a ride to the beach with AM is only a phone call and a stop at the circular K away. Or that on any given day the requests of “target?” or “coffee shop” will be greeted with “but of course” from the impeccable Tabby. It’s not this place – It’s them. All of them. I miss them already and I’m not even on the road yet.  So I won’t be sleeping tonight.

See you in Lubbock.