Moving Mood Swings

I have been going back and forth about how I feel about the prospect of living in Houston. This is thanks to a recent real estate search I did where I found my new favorite home. (Yes, I am back on the house hunting wagon!) It's also due to Andy's building enthusiasm. It's funny how we feed off of each other. On Sunday, we were eating lunch at Winston's Market on Southport Ave. (For you non-Chicagoans, Southport is a mecca of cute boutiques, cafes, bars, etc.) Andy said, "We won't be eating at any places like this when we move. We'll be stuck at Chili's or Applebee's" I looked out the window, forlorn. Sitting and eating lunch with Andy and Henry, as the holiday shoppers passed with their bags, dressed in their chic winter wear, I felt pangs of sadness about leaving this city I love so much. Then, the next day, Andy received an email from a friend who used to live in Chicago, who now lives in Austin. He talked about returning to Chicago over the previous weekend, excited to visit, but he also described how it was nice to return to warm weather. (He and his wife grilled out and relaxed on their patio upon their return home.) It seems he's assimilated, and I know we will too. Andy, in turn, has caught TX fever again. It's funny--when Andy's excited about it, I am too, and vice versa. The mood swings of this move are indicative of a bigger point that we've been saying all along. There will be good and bad things about moving, and I've found that it's a lot less exhausting to focus on the good. Isn't that the way it is with most things in life?