A Break From the Cynicism

My fiancé, stepdaughter and I moved into our new house weekend before last. The sudden barrage of movers, utility companies, builders, installation techs, and neighbors is a mosquito-esque breeding ground for anger, annoyance and cynicism. Did I mention the swarms of mosquitoes in our new neighborhood?

I’ve heard horror stories about moving. I’ve heard how couples fight constantly because of the stress. Ryne and I thought we could prepare and organize enough to avoid the typical moving horrors.

Nothing we could have done could have prepared for how freaking slow our movers were. It took them 10 hours. Randy, John—good friends—and I could have done it in 5. The DirecTV guy spent 6 hours trying to find a signal. The builders have been out 5 of the 8 business days we’ve been in the house to fix things that weren’t working. Builders digging across the street yanked our transformer out of the ground. We had no electricity for several hours, and the electric company had to dig up half our front yard finding the wires and sealing the contaminated soil.

I must say though that all of our neighbors seem really cool so far.

Through all that crap—and that’s not a complete list—Ryne and I did not say one harsh word to each other. We just laughed off everything and just said we’re lucky to be able to purchase a home that we love with a big back yard that we love. Ryne is so cool and easy-going. Any other woman would have probably been Bitchzilla the past couple weeks, but Ryne has been her usual lovely and pleasant self. She is still more beautiful to me every day. I’m completely in love with her and so lucky to have found her.

Almost as lucky as she is to have found me…heheh…