It was 3 o’clock in the morning, and I rolled over in bed to find Rob gone. I rolled over the other way to find all the lights on downstairs. I pulled out my earplugs and walked downstairs to find out why every light in the house was on; Rob was walking around with a flashlight in his hand tiptoeing around the kitchen. “What the heck is going on?” I asked him. “Jerry is gone!” he said. Still half asleep I just looked at him like he was crazy.
This is what happened. Four days before I had set a trap with a big hunk of cheese that no self-respecting mouse could pass up, put it in the paper bag and went to bed. The next morning the trap was still in the bag, but the entire piece of cheese was gone, and the trap wasn’t even set off, Jerry just took it from “Gina’s Soup Kitchen for Mice” as Rob now affectionately calls my traps and went back home. So two nights ago Rob sets a trap with a piece of cheese so small I actually felt bad for Jerry, seriously I felt sorry for the stupid mouse. Nothing happened for two days, and I was sure it was because there wasn’t enough cheese in the trap. Then today at 3 o’clock in the morning, Jerry was hungry.
Because I wear earplugs at night, I didn’t hear the circus going on downstairs, but it would seem that not only was the cheese gone from the trap but so was the trap. The entire mousetrap was missing; it could be found nowhere in the house. It was just gone and apparently it made quite the ruckus as it was being dragged somewhere into the walls of the house.
I had convinced Rob to UNpack his suitcase and told him we were NOT driving to a hotel at 3:00 in the morning, but truth be told I had wanted to run out of that house in my pj’s and not even worry about my suitcase. We went back to bed, but I’m certain we both slept with one eye open that entire night. That was a week ago, and we still have not seen or smelled Jerry or the trap. A professional has come to our rental house and laid down some new traps. For the record, he thought it was hilarious that the mouse AND the trap were missing, Rob and I did not share in his opinion.
I have been feeling a little like Jerry in the trap living here in Albany. Like I had one foot stuck in Albany, and the rest of my body was fighting to go back to Nashville. I think my problem is I was never really ready to leave Nashville and move back to the Northeast; a place that I would count the days till we would move to Nashville.
I’ve had a really hard time adjusting to life in Albany; I think partly because we haven’t found our permanent place to live here, so I feel like I’m in a constant state of limbo and change. As you all know, that is my least favorite state to be living. I’m sure once we find a place to live, I have all my stuff, and a job life will be better. Winter doesn’t last forever, and the Spring and Summer will be incredible.
In the mist of an emotional breakdown last night I saw this quote “Be OK with not knowing for sure what might come next, but know that whatever it is…YOU will be OK” and while it didn’t help me last night, this morning with the sun shining bright, I decided I WOULD be OK. Life in Albany would be just fine, and I would be just fine, unlike poor Jerry.
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