And so it is.

 
What a weekend it is going to be!  First, it’s Easter weekend (Thank Goodness for that!), it’s going to be 80+ degrees for the first time this season, then we’re going "home" to see Mark’s family (and friends).  AND West Virginia University basketball is in the FINAL FOUR!  BIG game Saturday night, not that I’m really a big bball fan, but I like to see WVU in a positive light, for once. 
 
I have news, if I haven’t already mentioned, we are moving.  Yes, finally leaving my college town behind and we are moving.  We are quitting our jobs, and we are moving.  I’m thrilled, also a little apprehensive, but mostly excited.  Soon we will be residents of Martinsburg, West Virginia which is Mark’s hometown, where he was born and raised and where all his family and friends still live.  Incidentally, Martinsburg is one hour from Washington, D.C. where I was born and raised and where all MY family and friends live.  It will be a good fit for us.  We’ve spent the past two weekends there apartment and job hunting.  Mark had a wonderful interview and we’re hoping it won’t be long before he starts.  They said they want to hire him, but have to wait until Monday for the big boss to approve.  He will be a teacher-counselor at a school for troubled teens then he hopes to work as a teacher and football coach for the public school system in the fall. 
 
I, on the other hand, have been sending out resumes left and right and am optimistic that something wonderful will arise shortly.  I have yet to put in my two week notice, but I will next week and am planning my last day of work for April 22nd.  Then that weekend we will pack up and move out and likely won’t be back for a long, long time. 
 
My nervousness about this move springs from the fact that this IS Mark’s hometown and there are a lot of histories that goes along with that.  Me being the invidious person that I can be on occasion, could be an issue.  I need to learn self control.  I’ve noticed that I am my own worst enemy in situations like these.  My mind plays tricks on me, I often see and hear things that are not really there.  Borderline crazy, perhaps.  What I need to remember is, I’m no angel and my histories are there, too.  You don’t see us moving to MY hometown, do you?  So that says a lot and I’m (pretty) sure there’s not a lot to hide and there are not many/any skeletons in his closet. 
 
It will be harder for me not knowing my way around town that well and not knowing many people, girls especially.  Nonetheless this is a good decision for us and there will be more opportunities for better work and thus a better life together.  I am excited to be closer to home and it’s almost a shame for me to say I am more looking forward to spending more time with his family than I am my own.  I just hope that the feeling is mutual and that I don’t end up feeling like an outcast, which I don’t suspect will happen but you never know.  I can be overly sensitive. 
 
So in anticipation of the move, I am trying to make my last few weeks in this town memorable.  Time will fly from here on out and since April has just started I am putting forth an extra effort to see all the people I will miss and to go to all my favorite places just a few more times.  Tonight, being this beautiful (good) Friday that it is, I am going to my favorite Mexican restaurant in town, Mi Pueblo, with my dear friend Molly.  I think we are both really looking forward to the good conversation over our favorite raspberry margaritas.  Yum.