LaToya M. Davidson-Perez

So after hours of moving and days of stressing, we’ve moved. Well, we’re not 100% finished but we are about 80% complete. Thanks to my wonderful husband, brother and father we are now officially in Covington. We put in our permanent address change with the post office and Kenrick saw when they stuck a handwritten “vacant” sign inside our mailbox. I still have to change our address with everything but at least I started.

Maybe it’s weird but we are both happy about moving in with my brother. He has the space and our room now is actually much larger than the master bedroom in our house. What’s really great is that we’re only minutes away from our parents. We plan to have many dinners together. That started last night and we already have plans for tonight’s meal.

The house, our house, it’s still a bit of a mess and there is still stuff for us to move out but we’ve made a great deal of progress and we’re settling in nicely. Sure, sharing with my brother may seem odd to some but it certainly helps that we are both fond of each other. I suppose time will tell if we drive each other completely crazy. I’ve told him that my plan is to tack over the house. For now he’s keeping me in check. Continue reading “We’ve Moved” →

I cried again today. Only for a moment. With our move on Monday looming it was finally time to get started with packing up the life I’d created in my home for the past 8+ years. After speaking with my mom who was insistent that I had no time to lay around in bed I curled up to my hubby and cried for a moment. He asked if the reality of it all was setting in. I nodded and allowed the tears to run down my face and settle on his shirt. It was a moment of weakness. I’m sure there will be others.

Kenrick has been really great about everything. I couldn’t ask for a more supportive husband. While I’ve been wistful in my actions he’s been Gung-Ho about it. Ditching our original plans to each work together in packing up each room I sent him to the one room that I often joked was there for decorative/ornamental purposes, the kitchen. I come from a family of wonderful cooks. I am not and have never aspired to be one of them. I’m glad that Kenrick is okay with my lack of interest in the kitchen. I started my work in our home office. I carefully wrapped my Gone With the Wind collectibles and sought out other breakable items throughout the house. Our three bedroom home is less than 1,300 square feet and due to my OCD and love of storage containers the process seemed to be going well. However, after about an hour or so I was done. I was deliberate in not taking any medication to make it through. I was tempted to but I had stayed up until 4am this morning working on getting my new online and mobile checkbook in order and feared that if I took anything I’d crawl back into bed. Continue reading “Packing it Up” →

Two days ago my husband and I accepted an offer on our house. In addition to that we decided on Monday that we’d be moving next Monday. Today brought even more excitement as I was called by a staffing agency to come in for an interview for a full-time position tomorrow. And I haven’t even mentioned that we haven’t even started packing. I don’t know what it is. I am reluctant to do so. It’s not like we’re changing our minds about the move, but this “sick” time as a result of surgery has been arguably the least restful period in recent memory.

I’m excited. Sort of. I feel as though if I stay still long enough things will stop as well. I’m not even finished with my current job I have been upset with everything regarding wrapping things up. I’ve been angry at myself for allowing the stresses of the job that I’d ultimately resign bother me so much during and after my surgery. I’m most upset that I will no longer be working for and with my best friend. I’m upset that I’m still very tired.

I’m grateful. Truly, I am. It hasn’t even been a full month since handing in my resignation letter and here we are, moving, selling the house, a possible new job within grasp. I think it’s appropriate that tonight’s poem is about my hubby, Kenrick. He’s been here by my side throughout all of the chaos and assures me he’ll be around for as long as I want him to be!