Not thinking about. Are. They're getting the house ready to sell, selling it and buying a house in Milford, so that they can be closer to their church, as some of us prefer not to drive 45 minutes to church every morning, and also to the people, as pastors tend to like to be accessible.
I don't see why you're so upset; you're not here nine months out of the year, anyway. Frankly, you should be glad they told you...when mum was in school, Nanna and Poppa moved without telling her, and she came home to find that she no longer had a bedroom.
That won't be the case here. We're looking at four-bedroom houses, a lot with finished basements, and more than a fair few with swimming pools. If anything, this is going to be an improvement. Deal with it.
What about those of us who don't go to that church?
Why the fuck am I upset? I'll tell you why the fuck I'm upset: because that's the only house I've ever fucking known. I've lived there 19 fucking years of my life, and all of the sudden that's being uprooted. That house is my home. Fucking MILLBURY is my home. All of my friends are in Millbury. All of my ties. That house, that place is a sanctum to me.
The only way I can actually cope with being out in California away from home is the fact that I always have a home to go to. The fact that I have a house with fond memories and roots spreading through it. The fact that if the shit hits the fan, I'll be able to retreat to somewhere familiar. Somewhere where I know it's safe, and where I know I have friends who are just a phone call away. Having a place where I can take my mind off of stressful things for a summer and have sanctuary.
Moving to Milford takes all of that away from me. I won't be able to call that house my home, because I won't fucking know it. The house will be foreign
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Oh! I forgot! The entire world revolves around you! Oh, well, let's just tell mom and dad to ignore what God's telling them to do because poor Joshie will have his life changed a bit, the poor baby!
I will say it again: deal with it. This is not about you, and frankly, you throwing a tantrum is not going to change it. We are moving. Your life will change very little because, hey, guess what? YOU DON'T LIVE HERE. You're not the only one who's lived her all your life, you're not the only one who likes it here, but it's just a place.
Do not give me shit about your friends being 45 minutes away. My boyfriend? Lives in Texas. If I want to spend quality time with him, I have to take a week off from work, buy a $400 plane ticket and fly down there, typically only for a week at a time. My best friend? Lives in Tennessee. We're lucky if we see each other annually. My other two best friends? One presently lives 45 minutes away (in Boston) and the other is setting up a happy home in Kansas City. And all of my other friends? Not one lives
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You could always move back in when you have enough money and the people who are moving in get out. That's what I want to try and do in the future, buy the house I grew up in, in Worcester, and live in it. :)
When you come home from Cali for the summer, we can still hang out, right? Milford isn't too far, I don't think. I hope I'm not wrong. I wouldn't mind driving out to come get you, though!
you know what? this may suck, but change is good ultimately. maybe moving to milford will give you a whole bunch of new opportunities: people to meet, places to go, careers to pursue. it's close-ish to boston, so i can already foresee us spending the day in town. it'll be a bummer not having you across the street, but it might be kind of exciting to go someplace new to play scrabble. do you happen to know if milford has moe's?
...Leap of Faith...walkin_by_faithMarch 25 2008, 06:11:50 UTC
I'm not going to tell you what you should and should not feel in this situation (mainly because if this happened to me, I probably wouldn't be too happy either!). BUT, I would like to encourage you to truly seek God. The peace may not come right away... God may be giving you a chance to leap out in faith and trust him. We don't know what God is planning or thinking... He's a Mystery to us. This might not be what you planned on doing, but when does God do exactly what we want? (I'm chuckling as I write this because I always ask God to do things MY way every day!). Just don't give up hope that this might....bring you closer to God... stretch you in ways that you never thought you could be.... Maybe it'll make your friendships stronger-you never know
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I don't see why you're so upset; you're not here nine months out of the year, anyway. Frankly, you should be glad they told you...when mum was in school, Nanna and Poppa moved without telling her, and she came home to find that she no longer had a bedroom.
That won't be the case here. We're looking at four-bedroom houses, a lot with finished basements, and more than a fair few with swimming pools. If anything, this is going to be an improvement. Deal with it.
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Why the fuck am I upset? I'll tell you why the fuck I'm upset: because that's the only house I've ever fucking known. I've lived there 19 fucking years of my life, and all of the sudden that's being uprooted. That house is my home. Fucking MILLBURY is my home. All of my friends are in Millbury. All of my ties. That house, that place is a sanctum to me.
The only way I can actually cope with being out in California away from home is the fact that I always have a home to go to. The fact that I have a house with fond memories and roots spreading through it. The fact that if the shit hits the fan, I'll be able to retreat to somewhere familiar. Somewhere where I know it's safe, and where I know I have friends who are just a phone call away. Having a place where I can take my mind off of stressful things for a summer and have sanctuary.
Moving to Milford takes all of that away from me. I won't be able to call that house my home, because I won't fucking know it. The house will be foreign ( ... )
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I will say it again: deal with it. This is not about you, and frankly, you throwing a tantrum is not going to change it. We are moving. Your life will change very little because, hey, guess what? YOU DON'T LIVE HERE. You're not the only one who's lived her all your life, you're not the only one who likes it here, but it's just a place.
Do not give me shit about your friends being 45 minutes away. My boyfriend? Lives in Texas. If I want to spend quality time with him, I have to take a week off from work, buy a $400 plane ticket and fly down there, typically only for a week at a time. My best friend? Lives in Tennessee. We're lucky if we see each other annually. My other two best friends? One presently lives 45 minutes away (in Boston) and the other is setting up a happy home in Kansas City. And all of my other friends? Not one lives ( ... )
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I really don't have the presence of mind right now to craft a non "fuck you" response to the rest of that post. Maybe after church. Maybe.
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When you come home from Cali for the summer, we can still hang out, right? Milford isn't too far, I don't think. I hope I'm not wrong. I wouldn't mind driving out to come get you, though!
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you know what? this may suck, but change is good ultimately. maybe moving to milford will give you a whole bunch of new opportunities: people to meet, places to go, careers to pursue. it's close-ish to boston, so i can already foresee us spending the day in town. it'll be a bummer not having you across the street, but it might be kind of exciting to go someplace new to play scrabble. do you happen to know if milford has moe's?
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