Thursday, July 30, 2009

So Long Emily Gilmore, We'll Miss You

We're moving to Las Vegas, Nevada. We've talked about it for years. It was a definite decision last year and a reality now. My mother has known this the entire time. Just now it is hitting her. And hard.

Suddenly the child she adored, her pride and joy, me, is in league with the devil. Why? Because I am taking my son, her grandchild, with me. Now I understand her sadness. She has been a part of his life for 6 years. But she acts as if I am moving to Greenland and that she will never ever see him again. Ever. When in fact, she and my dad plan to visit us in October and will be moving out there themselves within a year or so.

I knew she would have a hard time with our leaving. I figured there would be tears and great emotion. I had no idea she would channel her inner Emily Gilmore (Gilmore Girls tv show) and rain down such levels of guilt that would make even the most Jewish of mothers proud.

I wish she would be more understanding and supportive of me and this decision. It's a big, scary move and well a smile and a hug would go a long way. We used to speak on the phone every day. Now, we hardly talk. In fact, I avoid her. I've become Lorelai, cringing when the phone rings and postponing seeing my own mother.

I seriously hope she comes to understand and forgive me soon. I love her but right now I can't deal with her.

To understand my Gilmore references click the link below.

Moving Right Along

Much has happened since I last wrote. We decided to stop jumping through the banks' hoops and just move to Vegas. We went out there in the beginning of July, found a nice house to rent and here we are....on the eve of the Big Move.

We were supposed to leave last weekend but.....the best laid plans....
The weather has been uncooperative with tons of rain and thunderstorms which hindered putting our "stuff" into the pod that we rented to haul our "stuff" across country. Alas, that phase is complete and the pod people (makes me laugh everytime) came to pick up said pod and began transporting it to our destination.

And last Sunday while going downstairs to my parent's basement to do laundry, I misjudged the last step and fell.....breaking my ankle. . Thankfully 90% of everything was packed already.

My new home is a bigger house for less than I was paying here in Jersey. Go figure. It is in a gated community (fancy schmancy) and about 20 minutes from the LV Strip. Now if we can just get out of here already....