Andy dropped the Bomb

The day BP made the big annoucement was Thursday, October 18th
It was a typical morning. I was on my way home from Be By Baby for story time, with my sweet Henry in tow, when Andy called. Here is a transcript of our conversation:

Andy: "So, you know how the winters in Chicago are really cold?"
Me: "Yeah...."
Andy: "They're not cold in Houston!"

Yes, that's how he introduced the idea. Caught off guard, I drove home, and I don't think the news really started to sink in until I started Googling Houston, looking at real estate, etc. , and then the idea started sinking in really fast.

Me? Texas? Honestly, I never really thought about it. It just wasn't really a possibility in my mind. Thoughts of all the things I love about Chicago flooded my mind: walking everywhere, having a great network of friends, feeling like we really have roots here, living in a beautiful city,...I could go on and on. But then something funny started to happen. I started being secretly excited about this unexpected adventure. Maybe the idea was easier to get used to because we had already decided to move to the 'burbs, or maybe I was just intrigued that, unlike the impending move to Glen Ellyn, the decision was out of my hands. I never was totally comfortable with the completely conscious decision to move on to the next phase and place in our lives, knowing it's where our family would be "from." So, in essence, this move to Texas delays that process. Somehow, not being aware of our next move, where we'll end up, suits me more.

So maybe naming this post "Andy dropped the Bomb" isn't accurate--it's the negative connotation that gets me. October 18th, 2007 is just a day when our life started to get really interesting.