This week is rough. I don't care how well you know someone, when you have to move in with anyone into their house, it's going to be a little difficult.
Bryan and I are experiencing this right now. We close on our house on Friday and until our new house is built, we've moved in with Bryan's parents in Pevely, MO.
They moved to Pevely (which is about 10-15 minutes south of Arnold) almost two years ago into a big ranch. Big ranch means BIG basement! Our new living quarters are literally bigger than our old house and they are beautiful. I couldn't thank them enough for letting us live there.
As of Monday, the household went from 3 adults and a dog to 5 adults, one baby on the way, and 2 dogs. (Not to mention the parking situation... but, we'll figure out a routine, I'm sure.)
Last night, while Bryan and his brother Nick were picking up another load from our old house, I went to Festus to buy some groceries and have some keys copied. I didn't really know what to expect and it reminded me of the feeling I had on the first day of school every year. I knew that I was going to be fine and find everything I needed, but I could tell that my mind was slowing down my body, absorbing everything around me and getting used to my new environment.
What caught me by surprise was how much more inquisitive and talkative the people around me were. Everyone that I talked to asked me about my pregnancy, when I was due, if it was a boy or a girl, etc. This happens to me every day, everywhere I go, but not to this extreme. In Arnold, you could walk past the same person in every isle of the grocery store and not make eye contact or say one word, but everyone I passed in Festus said, "hello," and looked at me and smiled.
I passed one guy three times in the grocery store and every time, he had a different pleasantry to say to me. : )
The really funny part about all of this is that there's only about 15 miles between Festus and Arnold. Why this difference in friendliness occurs within such a small area, I have no idea, but it caught me off guard.
One lady at The Home Depot told me that I needed to bring my son by to see everyone there after he's born. I barely talked to the lady for 5 minutes and found out that she has two kids, a very bad she mullet, and felt sorry for me because she thought that I was very large to be due in early November. Oh, she also was surprised by the sex of her first baby, but not her second.
She was my checker at The Home Depot and, yes, she told me all of that while quickly tallying the price of 5 keys and two nightlights!
Crazy.
Each day seems to get a little better, though. I'll be much happier when I'm not searching through boxes to find what I need... hopefully, that'll be soon!