Captain Hook delivered pizza Friday night, the weird upside down pie with the sauce slathered on top of the cheese. As a self-proclaimed pizza snob, I’m just getting my taste-buds accustomed to this backwards version of my favorite food. Central New York has a unique cuisine, and a wacky way of pronouncing everyday words like elementary. They say “El-E-men-TARY”.
(These are the moments I feel the failure of blogging. You really need a soundbite to fully understand the pronunciation of words like elementary, supplementary, complimentary, etc.)
This small town is the only place my daughter fully remembers living. Once in a while, she’ll get a fractured glimpse of our time in Maine, but this place, she knows.
Now we are moving to Virginia at the end of the June.
On all those past car rides from Maine to Florida, with screaming babies strapped in their car seats and “Old McDonald Had A Farm” playing on loop until Old McDonald started making up animals, we talked about Virginia. It always seemed like a cool middle of east coast state. Once, we said we’d like to move to Virginia – One Day.
Thirty days from now will be “One Day”.
Right now, I’m packing our dishes, our books, and our memories. I’m counting the cost of bubble-wrap and collecting free boxes. I’m preparing storytime lessons for a summer reading program I won’t be running, while at the same time planning a future in a state eight hours away.
It’s bittersweet, with the scale tipping on the sweet side.
I’m happy and sad and scared and stressed all at the same time.
My poor kids.
I’m basically a crazy woman cooking dinner out of the one pot that’s not packed.
My husband is the new pastor of a small red brick church in the south. I’m the new pastor’s wife, and the little red brick church is full of the kindest people I’ve been around in a very long time.
I am happy, but today, all I can think about is Captain Hook, or more accurately, the boy who played Captain Hook in this year’s school play, and the fact that I won’t know who the pizza delivery boy is in Virginia.
One day soon, I’ll have a new home, and more friends, and a wonderful life in a place where people drink sweet tea and eat biscuits and gravy. I’ll like that life, in fact, I’m pretty sure I’ll love it.
And someday, I know I’ll recognize the pizza delivery boy when he knocks on my door. I’ll give him an extra big tip, because I’ll know he’s starting college soon, and I’ll enjoy my geographically challenged pizza.
I know this like I know my address (the old one, because I can’t even pretend to know the new one yet).
I also know that Peter Pan is delivering Chinese food tonight, because I can’t cook in a kitchen full of boxes!
Now can I?
I hope you’ll read along as we journey south. I’ll pass the sweet tea and a biscuit, and keep you posted.