See my sweet little house? I'm preparing to say goodbye.
Late last summer, Pootie applied to a maritime history PhD program at Memorial University in St. John's Newfoundland. Canada. Many, many miles away. April 29, we received word that he was accepted with full funding.
The requirements for the degree are that he spend one school year (two semesters, which equals about 7 1/2 months) on campus taking a couple of seminar courses. And when I say "he", I mean "we". That means us, folks. Yes, we are relocating TEMPORARILY to St. John's, Newfoundland.
Someone send smelling salts.
A few of our friends, when given the news, have had the immediate (and highly appropriate) response of "OH MY GOD!! DON'T LEAVE!! WE'LL MISS YOU TOO MUCH!!" And to them, I send my deep affection and gratitude. And reassurance that we will be back soon. Some have responded, "Congratulations! What a great opportunity for P! You're going to have a wonderful time, and and Dinky will LOVE it!" To them, I say you're absolutely right. Thank you. And some have been all, "Oh really? Cool. Let us know when you get back." To them, I say "THBBFFFFFTT" (not really).
But ALL of them have said "SERIOUSLY? Andie! You JUST GOT YOUR NEW KITCHEN!! How can you leave it? Are you going to just cry and cry??"
Yes. Actually, I am. Thanks for asking.
I am handing the kitchen of 305 over to trusted hands for our lengthy absence, so it will be well cared-for and loved. But the timing... yeah, it's killing me. Then there's the fact that extracting me from my nest always takes a crowbar and a sedative. And I'm going to be over 2000 miles away. For several months. We'll be gone from September to mid-April, and given how pricey flights are, we probably won't be home for Christmas.
I don't know if you understand fully, so allow me to illustrate. This is me:
|Thanks for designing the perfect graphic for me, Natalie Dee. Yes, I own the t-shirt.|
Couple this personality trait with the fact that I work at home and rarely leave the house (look up the word "hermit") and maybe you'll understand that I'm having a little difficulty coping right now. For the past couple of weeks, I've spent my share of time like this:
Pootie has started carrying a tranquilizer dart gun with him everywhere.
You know that wonderful WWII British chin-up thing?
Yeah. Well, this is more fitting for me.
|Sad, but true.|
But in an attempt to reframe and pluck up my courage, this is what we'll be calling it on the blog.
|Someone send help. And a therapist.|
Now, the positives.
1. We have procured a lovely furnished rental house from one of the kindest people I've ever met. (With high speed internet, so I won't miss a beat with work.) Truly, if I have to have landlords at age 43 (almost 44), at least I got the nicest one. It's a vacation home in Portugal Cove, about 15 minutes away from the school, right on the water, and it will be perfect.
2. Everyone with whom we've been in contact up there has been beyond helpful, encouraging, understanding, and gracious. And people we've talked to who know anything about Newfoundland and especially St. John's have said the inhabitants are warm, welcoming and wonderful. (WWW!) So if I've got to give up my shiny new kitchen and peel myself away from my home and my loved ones, at least I'm headed to a friendly place.
Someone at 305 is really going to dig the weather up there. The paltry dusting of snow above will pale in comparison to the winter this guy is about to experience.
Frankly, I won't be gnashing my teeth over heading North in late August either. That's around the time I start getting professional about whining about the heat and humidity. (Oh, who am I kidding - I start as early as July 1.)
Of course, there is a kitchen at our rental place, and I will make full use of it. Meanwhile, I'll be trying to utilize my new digs to the fullest before we have to pack up and make the arduous journey North. So now that I have my balance and my bearings again, (at least temporarily), stay tuned.
And to keep my hyperventilating to a minimum, kind words of encouragement are welcome.