The Fussy Crankypants Consider the Next Move

The Fussy Crankypants, like certain stones, cannot really be said to be gathering moss.

e_WADay4_20 by you.

This is moss. A lot of it.

The Fussys have been married, oh, a number of years now, and in those years they have moved 6 times, which does not include changing houses. Two of those moves were overseas and involved moves within the move, so to speak, themselves.

The longest the Fussys have stayed in any one place is exactly 3.5 years, which is how long they have been, fussily funnily enough, in their current fair city.

The Fussys enjoy their city. They like the hills. They like their little town and the places they walk. They like their little house, which is delightful in its own small way, such as the unevenly heating rooms or the steep stairs their Tiny Tyrant is just yearning to explore freely and with freedom or the emergency vehicles that frequently whiz by, no holds barred.  Mrs FC particularly likes her garden. And she likes the people she has met and hung out with here.

But the Fussys, sad to say it, have no friends.  At the very best, the Fussys could be said to be reserved. They could also said to be lacking the energy it takes to go out and make new friends (see: Tiny Tyrant, one; prodigious pwers of not sleeping, many).

The Fussys have many friends from their undergrad years who live not 2 hours north of them.

The Fussys are tempted.

The Fussys are contemplating.

The Fussys are contemplating giving up a steady job with good benefits, a nice house w/ garden in a quiet, safe community from which they can walk many, many places in order to pack up all their BOOKS and other things (and by things, Mrs Fussy means all the tonnage of items she has collected here and there and CANNOT POSSIBLY BEAR to part with), paint and polish and clean, and care for the Tiny Tyrant all the while and move perhaps not once but twice before settling in a place that they don’t really know much about assuming Mr FC can actually get employment and all because

they have friends up there.

Really nice ones who hang out with them because they feel sorry for the Fussys and their social ineptness.  

Mrs Fussy Crankypants is up and down about this but if there is one thing that Mrs FC has learned in all her years of being a relative vagabond it is that there is nothing certain in life and you can pretty much choose your own destiny (w/in certain parameters, that is) and if you don’t try, you’ll never know how it could have been.

And also? 


Packing is one royal pain in the patootey.


5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Auds at Barking Mad
    Feb 19, 2009 @ 19:56:52

    Ya know, this is something I could have written about moving back, 35 miles south, of here. The hubby would still have the same job…but oh the friends and the community. I miss them. I yearn for them.

    If Mr. FC can find a job and it’s really where your heart is, then I’d say…GO!

    We are SERIOUSLY considering it.


  2. Amberlina
    Feb 19, 2009 @ 22:02:40

    Boo Hoo is what I say to you moving closer to THOSE friends and NOT THIS friend. Though I suppose that since they are plural and I am singular, I have to concede.


  3. nikkip
    Feb 19, 2009 @ 23:39:01

    you know what my comment is here, so i won’t even waste the space with explaining in detail–GO TWO HOURS NORTH. period. no explanation. just do it. we’d love to have you here.


  4. bejewell
    Feb 20, 2009 @ 21:34:26

    Mr. and Mrs. Bean know nothing about this. They live in the same town that Mrs. Bean grew up in and have been inthe same house for more than ten years. Mr. and Mrs. Bean often WISH that they could move away and hide from some of the friends they have.


  5. Sharon
    Feb 28, 2009 @ 23:54:54

    Do you ever have that moving dream where you are moving overseas (or back to the U.S.) and your flight is leaving in 45 minutes but you haven’t packed up anything yet and your husband is unconcerned about this and you are terribly stressed out? I have that dream sometimes and wonder if it particular to people who have done overseas moves.


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