I have moved three times since I got married, although if you ask my wife she will tell you that I have not moved at all. And technically, both things are true. This weekend I am moving again. And I am also not moving again. But this time I sort of am! Sort of.I mean, I should make it back for at least half of it...
When Simone and I got married we lived in an apartment in Silver Spring, MD. It was nice enough, but eventually we needed a change and so we moved to Baltimore. The funny thing is (or not funny if you ask my wife), I sprained my wrist right before we moved, and so was unable to lift any boxes. Luckily we had a lot of great friends who helped us, and thanks to Simone’s ingenious box labeling system and my expert watching abilities the move went very well.
We stayed in Baltimore for 5 years, but we always kind of knew that we wanted to move back to Vermont, and so eventually we took the plunge and just did it. We moved. Wait, did I say “we” moved? I mean, I guess we did. I wasn’t there for most of it. I was in New York, singing with New York City Opera, as long-time readers may recall. While I was gone singing, my wife single-handedly (with help from my family and hers) moved the family and all of our stuff from Maryland to a small apartment over her sister’s garage in South Hero, VT.
We knew that this was only temporary. Simone was looking for a job, and once she found one in Richmond, VT, we knew that we wanted to find a place to live somewhere in that town. Well, we did. We found a place, and move-in day happened to be, well, during my first contract with St. Petersburg Opera in Florida. Now, to be fair, I did get home in time to help with that move. We were able to delay it until I got back. But to also be fair, most of the horribleness of moving is really the packing and organizing and prepping for the move, and I was gone for that whole process.
So that brings us to this week. Today, as I sit and write this in New York, fulfilling my contract with the Metropolitan Opera, Simone is picking up the keys to our new place in Burlington. You see, she got a new job there, and suddenly living in Richmond is very inconvenient. Her 5 minute commute turned into a 45 minute commute, and so we are picking up and moving again. Wait, did I say “we” were moving?
If any of my Catholic readers would like to nominate my wife for sainthood, I think now would be a good time.