Let's move in together. All of us. Wouldn't that be great? Here's the thing - I love to move. I like packing up and going somewhere new and meeting new people and falling in love with new places. There's way too much world to stay in one place. But every time we pack up again I feel like I'm leaving a piece of my soul behind. I'd love to just gather up all these pieces and keep them together in one little box where I can pull them out any time I want and be right back in any of the places I'd call home.
I want to live in Idaho. Not somewhere a few hours from home, where I can have some "distance" from family, but right next door to all of them. I want to live with my mom on one side and my mother-in-law on the other and my sister next door, and I want my brother to visit more than once in a blue moon. I want us to go to the gym together in the morning and eat dinner together every night and my kids to get fat from Grandpa's famous "Farmer's Breakfast". I want all my high school friends to be there, too. I want to know what they've been up to the past eleven years. I want to know them as well as we knew each other then.
I want to live in Provo. I want us to take the kids to visit all the places where we fell in love, and we can live in an apartment complex full of all our college friends. Dan and Tish will live next door, Brian and Lindsey will be down the hall. Melissa and Brian will be there, too, and Heidi and Dannis and Lisa and Brandon and Susan. Especially Susan. There will be room for my favorite roommates and all of their families, and all the friends Dave never met. I'll even invite some U of U people and Dave's construction buddies and all our favorite professors. Our kids can run up and down the halls with their kids and we can pop in on each other and say hi every time we leave the building. We can have movie nights together and play Guitar Hero and raise our kids together like in some crazy hippie commune.
I want to live in Las Vegas. I want to have barbecues after dark because it's finally cool enough to go outside, and I want to invite all the amazing mom's club ladies who helped me through those first intimidating years. I want Gavin's nursery friends to be his friends through elementary school and high school and his whole long life. We could all live on the same street, with a big park at one end and a swimming pool at the other. I can't believe how many people moved away in the year we've been gone! And even those who are here I don't see often enough. I want you all to live next door and come over for some hot gossip and cold drinks every single day.
I want to live in San Diego. I want to walk out my back door onto the beach. I want to spend afternoons at Legoland and SeaWorld. I want to go to the puppet show at the library every Thursday morning and to book club every Thursday night. I know it's only once a month now, but if we all lived together we could have it once a week, right? I want every single person I met there to live with me because I wanted to know everything about you and I never got the chance. I want to spend Thursdays scrapbooking with Darcy and I want Rina to stop by any time she wants to.
I want to live in Mexico, Spain and Peru. I want to go back to San Sebastian in Spain and become best friends with the woman who runs the little Basque inn. I don't want to live in Aberdeen, but I'd like to gather up my favorites there and transplant them like a garden to my new friend-filled home. I'd start with my grandparents. I want to bake and garden and fold laundry and chat with them every single day before it's too late.
So what do you think? I'm a bit messy, but we'd have fun. You could build forts with us and we'd all stay up late together watching Scrubs reruns. Whaddayasay? Do you want to move in together?