And.. now we move.
Moving is not a strange thing in my world. In fact, I cannot remember when I was last tied to somewhere, anywhere for more than a year or two… My mom and I joke that I have gypsy blood. This loosely translates to growing up as an “Army Brat”. My brother and I moved all of the time with my father (although I had a 2 year head start on my travels). I’ve lived everywhere from the Midwest, to the Southern US, the Pacific Northwest, and even Germany. Now we are settled in Arizona, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still move! Many of these relocations were done in cars, so I saw a lot of the country: we drove through, and experienced, as many states as we could. Also, having family in Canada was a plus for a wild child like me; getting into mischief was my M.O. All of that lends itself to my comfort in ALWAYS moving, Lease is up? Lets move!! Weather is abysmal?? Off we go!!!
Not so much the case anymore.
Now, I have my kiddos, and a husband. And while once upon a time I would have cringed at the idea of all that adultish-ness, I have come to love it. HOWEVER!!! Given the chance to move? I relish it. At the first inclination of moving I am OFF! Boxes found, labeled, taped, packed, and BAM!! Ready or not! Where are my new house keys??
But now I am doing this with children! Very different! We have a 3-year-old, and an (almost) 12-year-old, and they find no joy in moving.
They pack their boxes (hahaha! who are we kidding?) I pack their boxes with the intent of a fresh-ish start within another 4 walls. One day, in time, I can only hope they will come to understand the joy of new walls, new carpet, new smells…hopefully?
For now, I concern myself with district lines, new friends, and of course, FOOD.
Of all of the things I remember in all of my childhood moves, its how much fast food and junk we got to eat. My parents were never huge into the healthful and nutritive foods as I grew up.More often than not, when we were on a moving mission, we ate from the holy trinity of fast food: McD’s, Wendy’s & Taco Bell.
Not the fate for my children. I’m sure at LEAST one of them would argue that I am “ruining their liiiiveesss” by opting out of fast, fried food and choosing fast, fresh food, but that’s a preteen for you. Fresh is delicious. Fresh can also be super fast. I like both during moving because fresh food gives you an insane amount of energy. Take this dinner for instance:
Its simple and tasty, fast and fresh. And it looks as amazing as it smells. Portobello mushrooms stuffed with pesto, spinach and tomatoes, drizzled balsamic and a loving pinch of mozzarella. Yum. Honestly, most of the work comes in cleaning out the mushroom. Worth it!! This baby takes a whole 10 minutes to prep, another 10 (or so, depending on quantity) to cook at 375, and tastes heavenly. If you’re a cheesy person (ha) like me, throw in a baked parmesan cheese ring or 3…and you have dinner on the go. I lay a bed of baby spinach under it, to catch all of those wonderful juices and have a mini salad at the *end* of the meal. How new world of me… How new house of me! And it took less time than the dinner rush drive-thru line at any of the (un) holy trinity joints. Enjoy feeding on the move and not skipping out on yums.