I’m ready to move.
Not a forever move. Or even a foreseeable future move. Just a move.
He and I are feeling a little bit stir crazy at the moment. With two little ones demanding (and rightfully so) all of our time, attention, energy and bodily fluids at the moment, we’re ready for something to put a little extra hitch in our giddy-up.
Sure, we could take a dance class or join a couples bowling league, but here in the Bandas house we like to go big or go – to a new home.
Now we’re not exactly wrapping our wine glasses in newspaper just yet – we’ve got lots of planning to do. First and foremost, deciding when exactly we will be moving. Oh yeah, and where. We need to decide where we’re going to move.
There are a lot of front runners – London, Dublin (and here’s the point where I start naming countries instead of cities, because, well let’s be honest, I’m an American and I don’t know the capitals to most European nations.) Denmark, Netherlands, Sweden. We haven’t settled on a destination just yet, just an idea. But an idea I can live with. I can live with the idea of packing up our two boys and renting a flat somewhere brand new. Going to the market to buy fresh (insert name of some local delicacy) and taking the kids to see the (super secret awesome thing they don’t tell tourists about.)
I love the idea of being old and gray and looking back on our family’s grand adventure when our kids skipped rocks on the (insert name of well-known river) and rode their bikes through (insert name of famous city gardens).
If you watched a movie about a guy who wanted a Volvo and worked for years to get it, you wouldn’t cry at the end when he drove off the lot, testing the windshield wipers. You wouldn’t tell your friends you saw a beautiful movie or go home and put a record on to think about the story you’d seen. The truth is, you wouldn’t remember that movie a week later, except you’d feel robbed and want your money back. Nobody cries at the end of a movie about a guy who wants a Volvo.
But we spend years actually living those stories, and expect our lives to be meaningful. The truth is, if what we choose to do with our lives won’t make a story meaningful, it won’t make a life meaningful either.
I’ve come to realize that I often teeter dangerously close to being that person who lives her whole life to drive that precious Volvo off the lot – testing the wipers and never once checking the rearview mirror for anything worth remembering. Did I take that car metaphor too far? I definitely did. I’m better than that and I’m sorry.
But the point stands. Like Andy Dufresne, the Bandas clan is ready to get busy livin’ – maybe we’ll even end up in Zihuatanejo.