On the Road. Again!

So it looks like I'm going to be moving soon. It's not really a surprise. We've moved a lot, over the years. From New Jersey to New York. From New York to LA. From Southern California to Northern California to the Central Coast. From California to Florida, back to California. Sheesh. I'm tired just thinking about it!

As my husband recently reminded me, whenever Uranus moves to a new zodiac sign (just about every seven years) so do we. So I've been putting this particular move off for about nine months now. Um, that's not to say we only move every seven years--it would actually be kinda restful, if that was the case--but seven years does seem to be when the big moves occur. And even though I suspect this move will be an improvement (at least I sure hope that's the case!) I can't really say I'm looking forward to it.

It didn't always used to be that way. Once upon a time, I actually kind of liked moving. Not the actual packing everything up and arguing incessantly with my husband part (that always sucked) but the starting over/discovering new places/reinventing ourselves--that part was fun. Unfortunately, it's been kind of a long time since I've felt that way about it.

It's just so...disruptive. Erin asked me how all this moving affects my writing. That's hard to say. Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn't. I'd never really thought too much about why that should be the case, or what might make the difference, but now that she's got me thinking about it, I have come up with one interesting correlation. The best moves--ie the least disruptive ones--all seem to have theme songs. I put together a playlist of some of the songs I remember playing obsessively during a particular move. Sometimes I actually sang along. I'll spare you all that part!

Sad to say, this new move doesn't have a theme song yet. I think I'd better get one quick. But, for right now, I'm using this: