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Chickens — the non-counting thereof

Posted by Lissa on July 19, 2010

There’s just a possibility that we might be moving.

PROS: Warmer weather, cheaper property, lower cost-of-living, political climate more in tune with my current thinking (which includes more gun-friendly attitude), closer to Mike’s family

CONS: Farther away from family and friends, job-shopping for me (and oh, it’s a great economy for that, is it not???), moving (which is ALWAYS a horrific pain in the butt), more gun regulations (remember that once you get an A license here there are very few restrictions on where you can’t carry)

Mike flew to the potential Lissaville South on Thursday and I followed him Friday night.  We spent Saturday wandering around and trying to get a bead on the town.

How does one assess a possible hometown?

Well, you try to hit the hot spots.

First on our list was the library.  (No, not the one belonging to The World’s Most Dangerous Librarian.  A different one.) We don’t often go the library, except to vote — sorry, we’re all about Kindle books nowadays — but I feel like it offers a good feel for the locals.  A dirty, dinky library full of VC Andrews and no Twain would be worrisome.  In this case, a small but bright and clean library with a decent selection and perhaps twenty kids (with their parents) gave me good vibes.

Next on the list? The local animal shelter, of course!  (Bet you thought I was gonna say the gun range.  You did, didn’t you??  Mike checked one out the day before I got there, so we concentrated on Fiction and Furry Friends for my day about town.)  The local no-kill shelter was clean, welcoming, well-appointed and home to about fifty adorable cats.  At the Lissaville Shelter only volunteers can open cages; if a customer is interested in a particular cat we’ll put them together in a petting pen.  Here, though, we were allowed to open cages and cuddle.  So I spent the ten minutes of our visit wandering around with a mini-Rajah kitten cradled in my arms.  Purr!

Next up? Farmer’s market! We didn’t try the barbecue, crepes or nuts — but I *wanted* to :)  I checked fruit and vegetable prices — which varied from reasonable to Holy Cow Awesome — and found the biggest and weirdest cantaloupes I’d ever seen:

Um, they don’t look like that at my local Stop ‘n’ Shop.  They also don’t cost a buck.  Mutant Cantaloupes, yay!!

We also spent a good portion of the day driving around and looking at houses-for-sale.  I went to my very first open house! As I wandered around opening closets and gaping over bathtubs, all I could think of was that scene from Can’t Wait to Get to Heaven.  You know the one — where Norma and her realtor friend barge into a house to get the jump on the RE/MAX folks, only it turns out the sign adverstised a HORSE for sale, not a HOUSE.  ;-)  Oh, and also? The Zillow.com app ROCKS. You can drive down a neighborhood and scan the houses for sale, zero in on one, and learn

- how many bedrooms/bath/sq feet
- how much they’re asking
- how much it sold for in the last go-round (even if that was fifteen years ago)
- how much similar houses sold for in the last few weeks

Living in the future is AWESOME.

We also checked the local mall.  For kittens.

Those darlings are a dead ringer for my poor little Jolie (RIP) and Rajah before he grew gargantuan!  There was also a leashed pit bull available for adoption — a beautiful copper-colored animal named Diamond, who was a perfect blend of goo, adoration and begging friendliness.  I enjoyed the reaction when a fawning couple asked after his breed and learned he was a pit bull.  Man, they’ve got such a bad rap — it just ain’t fair.  (And no, we didn’t go to the mall to adopt animals; it just so happened they had an adoption event going on at the local pet store.  I attract these things like you wouldn’t believe.)

Anyway.  It was a lovely visit and I’ve got a good feeling about this. I’ll keep y’all posted :)

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7 Responses to “Chickens — the non-counting thereof”

  1. Borepatch said

    We loved living down south, and are int he process of getting ready to move back.

    Perhaps we can start a “New England Blogshoot, southern chapter”?

  2. Joanna said

    BTW, when we were house hunting, I found it useful to use google maps for the address and then do there little “street level view” thing. YOu can go around the block and check out the other houses nearby, see how close they are, if they’re maintained, what kind of cars, etc. :) Gives you a good feel for a neighberhood.

    Of course, we also found that driving the Smart car let us know which are the good/bad neighberhoods. Good neighberhoods folks smile at the car, bad, they glare.

  3. Brad K. said

    Funny, the first things I do when moving to a new town – or looking around – is to locate the new and used book stores. Golly, I miss Uncle Hugo’s (Minneapolis, MN).

    Remember the two parts to change – and the clearing away of the old life to make room for the new. That is, move into your new digs and life. Trying to make your old life and lifestyle continue like before is wrong, and a waste of time.

    Everyone experiences a bit of depression on a move or change of jobs – this is a form of grief. Call it buyers remorse, or new homeowner blues, or whatever – just be aware everyone feels the loss and disconnection, expect it, and don’t let it unduly affect any second thoughts.

    Make your best guess at the “right thing” to do, and celebrate the results.

    Blessed be!

  4. After I stumbled upon the umpteenth add for like the perfect post-doc opportunity at Lawrence-Berkeley National Lab, Alex and I discussed, for the first time, the possibility that we may be forced to take our next jobs in…gulp…California. The reality of it is that, despite the economic climate of the state, there are some pretty damn hot hotspots for energy research happening in southern CA (Caltech, San Diego and Santa Barbara), and norhtern CA (Berkeley, and Lawrence-Berkeley National Lab).

    We wouldn’t necessarily have to leave guns behind, and through judicious searching, I’m sure we could find a good sheriff to put the “may issue” permits through. And CA is pretty. But…..

    I don’t want to be surrounded by Californians.
    I don’t want to move to a state with a collapsing economy.
    I don’t want to move to earthquake central.
    I definitely don’t want to pay CA taxes for the “privilege” of living in CA.
    I don’t want to be even farther away from the rest of my family.

    The other jobs I’d be well qualified for are at Brookhaven NAtional Lab, in the middle of Long Island. My nickname for BNL is “little russia”. I really don’t want to go there, either.

    Why, why, why can’t there be awesome jobs for us in TX or AZ? grrrrrrrr.

  5. as for pitbulls and their reputation, well, I wouldn’t say it’s not fair. I’ve met some really sweet pits. ALL dogs – not just pits – will attack/bite when provoked, but a pit will probably send you to the emergency room – or worse.

  6. Tennessee Budd said

    No, the rap APBTs get isn’t fair. Any dog can bite.
    Don’t know where you’re looking, but if you move, welcome to the Southland. We don’t bite….hard.
    TN has no state income tax, the climate is nice (only about 90 today, & I think the humidity may stay under 85 or so), & property isn’t too expensive in the country. Of course, they’ll still card you for beer, even if you’re 108 years old…

  7. [...] Posted by Lissa on August 6, 2010 I think . . . I think . . . it’s settled.  Barring unforeseen events, we’re packin’ up and moving to Lissaville South. [...]

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