|The leaves aren't the only things changin' around here.|
Do you think of awkward preteen middle schoolers when you hear that word? I do. Probably because of that one episode of Brady Bunch where Peter's voice starts to change and they sing a song about "time to change". Ew.
It's fall now, and we're about to move so I feel like there is a lot of change going on. And I often start hyperventilating when we have big changes like that and repeat to Adam over and over "I don't like change!"
I know. I know. I hate this apartment. I should be glad to leave it. And I aaaam, but. . . I know what to expect here. I know where to grocery shop, I know a few people at church, I know our upstairs neighbors have kids that scream at 2am almost every night. Stuff like that I can count on.
Then I realized, the flip side scares me too. I'm a little scared that we're going to be in our house for probably five years. What if I don't like it and I can't just change it? What if our neighbor is weird or I don't make any friends? In college I moved almost every year, since I've been married we've moved four times. When I don't like my calling in our ward (an assignment LDS members are asked to fulfill for anywhere from 1-5 years) I don't stress because I know soon enough we'll just move.
So I guess I do like change. And I don't like it. I JUST WANT MY WAY ALL THE TIME.
Just keeping it real here on the bliggity blog.