Moving

Don't worry, I won't have to talk about the move too much longer, since we are moving soon I'll have to start in on all the moved topics like, "there's still not enough room for all our stuff", "unpacking is such a pain", "I can't find item X", "this place smells different then our old one", and "finally, we're here!"

But as those around me know, I am stressed out about the move. I think that I'm to the point of the move where I realize everything needs to go, but I'm unsure what to pack and what should go over next. Besides, my other thought is that if I can bring it over before we move in, then we don't actually need it on hand, then do we really need it at all...? Plus the worst is when it is move day and you just end up dumping everything into garbage bags because you just have to get the crap out of there. We have a lot more stuff to move this year vs last year.

Admittedly, I am kind of a pack-rat, I do like to hold onto things, but every once and a while I will go on a tear and get rid of things, no hoarding for me. Although as a kid I liked to save wrappers, only the ones that were shiny though. It was a small collection, and I grew out of it.

Also as a kid when I got a new package of socks I liked to go upstairs and try on each new pair one at a time (much to my family's amusement, to this day).

Then there was the time when I fell on my face when I was 5, thought my teeth got knocked out, they didn't. And had a large rock and a 3x3 window fall on my head before the age of 7. Maybe that's why I can remember so many random things, it was all those head injuries! (Disclaimer: each of these things that happened to me was a accident, no ghosts, elves, gnomes, or gremlins were involved in these incidents).

This move is going to be a great upgrade though.

I was talking with a patient this week about how certain events in your life very much effect other things in your life. Call it fate, destiny, a plan, whatever - but you can think back to particular events in your life that changed the course completely. For some this is good, others bad. Heck, where would I be if I had just stuck with Graphic Design when I was at KSC and not switched? There are many reasons why I am glad that I moved back up from FL to NH to go to grad school. I would not be married and we wouldn't have miss Q if I didn't, and I'd call that a big life changer. Plus I can't help but think about my job and how many people I am treating in a week.

Now I'd like to brag and say I get them all better, but there will always be those that don't get better and for various reasons. But I will say it is a rewarding job to make someone feel better whether that is physically or mentally/emotionally. And I like to teach people stuff too.

Okay, so most of the time I'm teaching people totally useless information, like; the sound a camel makes is called nuzzing. And now that word is in my spell-checker dictionary. And in your hippocampus. Not enough cerebrum action? Well that factoid is gone.

I think that it is to the point that I should just pack everything I can rather than trying to go through it and either organize or do the keep or toss pile. This way, when we start to put everything out and get organized I can go through stuff because I don't want to keep stuff in the closet collecting dust. What's funny is that I'm a pretty bad procrastinator with many things, but with moving I'm kind of the opposite, I just want to get it done. The more I finish the more I want to do - and there is still a bunch to do.

Tomorrow though I really need to move at least a car load of stuff and pack up a bunch of boxes that we can store here, it'll make me feel like I'm getting somewhere. That, and there is less than 2 weeks left to move.

Eek.

One fun thing about moving is getting some new things, furniture, lights, kitchen stuff. While this can be expensive.... especially having Target and Lowe's 5 mins down the street, it's still fun to get new stuff. Speaking of pricey, I was thinking of getting a laptop so I wouldn't bother setting up this old clunker I'm on now. Since I don't play games on my comp anymore I figured I could store this and just get a cheap laptop to check email, FB and this little blog here. Or I could be a total gadget whore and get an iPad. Keeping cost down would be good and I think I can wait to get something, there's more pressing matters to attend to. Like the giant TV and sound system we're going to get for the loft! (We're not really buy those things, but we will take donations)

So let's keep this move cheap and easy. Hm, there are many things in life that would be preferable that way.

I am a weirdo.

Well holy shmokes, that went by really fast.

So it's been 5-ish months since I last wrote a blog, and wow has a lot of stuff happened since then. In fact, me and the wife had just mentioned recently that in this past 3 years I finished grad school, got my first clinic job, got licensed as a PT, we got married, and had a baby. There are some other things that have happened in there too, some good and some tragic, but those are for another time.

I did go back and read through the few postings I had listed, and ironically I even mentioned that I get on a kick and was getting into the blog thing, and who knew if it would last. And I see that I wrote we had just moved, planned on staying here for a few years even. Haven't even been here a year and we are moving.

Again.

While I am not looking at the move part all that fondly, it is a great move for a great reason. We are going to be renting a house and there are a bunch of positives with that, but the main thing is that we will be right next door to my wife's sister, who watches our daughter during the day - being next to family is the best part.

That's some of the changes going on, but really I wanted to write a blog about how I am kind of (read: am) a weirdo.

Now some of you will read that and go "Yup." and that's cool, this blog is just me knowing who I am and that I've accepted that I am not a usual guy. Yes, we could go on a nice little editorial about how we're all different and special in our own way, but that's not what I'm talking about.

I have talked about this to many people over the years, friends, acquaintances, etc. Mainly the conversation starts out about how I get along better with girls vs guys. Then I mention that I don't have a lot in common with most guys which is why I don't spend much time with them. I don't really watch sports or play (due to a lack of skill), I know nothing about cars or tools, and I'm not a very macho, testosterone driven meat-head. Plenty of testosterone though, I am manly in my own - show-tune singing - flexing muscles - artistic - loving ladies - ballroom dancing way... Hm.

Yeah.

I did have a small group of 3 close guy friends growing up, but over the years it was always just a few guys, and a bunch of girls. In college I had about 6+ girls I sat with at meals, always a bit worried that the people around me thought I was gay. Side note: I did get asked out by a guy once (which it didn't dawn on me that he was looking for a date, when I did realize I politely declined). The girls kind of treated me like one of the girls, always stating something along the lines of "it's just Jamie!" - implying that I was non-threatening and there to hang out, not to find a date. True, just doing my thing, not looking for a date with those friends of mine. Felt more at ease with the girls.

I mean, why do I think I'm a bit different? (Editor's note: I originally wrote a bunch of things that I am known for and which I find unusual. In the end though I left them out because the people that know me well know my little quirks and such). There was a time where I wasn't sure where I fell in the social order, but after a while I realized I got along best with the odd people, so that would make me one of them.

Really I guess the point of all this, if there is one, is that when I meet people I get along with really well; it makes me happy. These could be family, co-workers, patients, wait staff, whatever, it's a quick connect of personalities that you know just works. And heck, I even found someone that wanted to marry me, that really worked out well!

It makes me happy because I think; "ooh, they get me, and are like me, and seem to like me!" Good for the self-esteem, but in the end it's more about my self-realization that there are other oddballs out there like me. There are certain people in my life that I am extra glad when I saw them or talked to them today, so thanks to each of you for making me smile and be happy that I know you because we click well.

If you decided to give this a read through and know me, and get me, then thank you again.

You're a weirdo too.