Home sweet home?

We went home this weekend and it got me all thinking about the move. Everyone kept asking me if I was excited and I was like, "No," which shocked them. "But it's a new adventure!" So I asked myself: Why am I not excited? Well, moving always, always blows. So that led me to another, more interesting question: How would I feel if I wasn't moving to Houston, if we were staying here in Ludington or moving somewhere else? Well that made me make my icky face... you know, the face you make when you smell feet, with your nose all scrunched up and and your shoulders pulled up around your earlobes? That one. I don't want to stay here and I don't want to move anywhere else. I know in my head that Houston is the rightest place for us. It has everything we want: lots of culture, sports, great jobs, parks, beautiful weather (except for sweltering summer), low housing prices, palm trees, tons of unique restaurants, shopping out the wazoo... everything. But still, it's a move to a brand new place. I remember moving to Ann Arbor and Wisconsin. It's a new "adventure" that involves leaving everything currently in your world, not knowing anyone, and being lost all the time. Not easy things, especially for someone who doesn't like change. But I trust that, with time, I'll adjust and be fine and, probably, pretty happy.

Matt's reading the list of foreign language-speaking doctors to me from "Physicians, Hospitals, and Other Health Care Professionals," the directory of covered medical type people that his new employer/insurance sent him. There's about a million doctors in there that speak the most obscure languages - like Hausa, Kannada (what they speak in Canada?), Igbo, and Sinhalese. Diversity: One more reason I'm excited for the city.