I'm moving, yeehaw!

After three years in Northern Mexico, I finally have a date set to escape. As of October 18th, I will be moving to my awesome new house in Killeen and never, ever coming back to El Paso ever again. I don't really even plan to think about it unless it is absolutely necessary.

There are a million things I need to be doing right now, and not one of them is blogging. But I am just so jacked to be getting out of here that I have to share my joy. I've always hated it here, but the last few months have been worse because I knew I'd be leaving, I just didn't know when. The waiting game made me sort of crazy. This is weird, but it also made me feel sort of claustrophobic. Like I'd be driving in the car around this hellhole of a city, and feel like I was trapped in a hole with nothing to do but claw at the sides trying to get out. I was like a bug in a jar... gross.

I feel bad about pulling Jacob out of his little preschool, and I almost feel bad about pulling him out of soccer a few weeks early. (Not super bad, but a twinge of something.) But he'll start a new preschool once we get settled in, and maybe I can find something to put him in. I might go for something other than soccer though. He has this issue where he is absolutely devastated when someone kicks the ball away from him, as though it is a personal assault on his efforts to play soccer. He bursts into tears, pouts the rest of the game, and then mopes around claiming that he is a bad player. Perhaps a team sport is not for him at this phase in life. Maybe a nice individual sport, like swimming, would be better. Or maybe karate-- don't they say that's a confidence builder? The possibilities are endless. (Well, actually they end with team sports, but I'm still optimistic about living somewhere else. Stay with me.) I think it would also be cute to put Bean into dance. She'd love it, with the little outfits. Her only problem is that she isn't very good with kids other than Jacob. She needs to improve her social skills, and find an identity of her own. Everything in her life revolves around Jacob, and she seems a little lost when he's not around. Like if I ask her if she's hungry, she'll tell me Jacob is hungry. I think sometimes she's referring to herself as Jacob, which is equally scary. She needs to get out more.

Ok, back to getting the house ready for the movers (yes, we have movers who come to our house, pack our things, and then move them to the new house and into the appropriate room-- heaven!) Happy happy joy joy!!