The stress of moving…. MOMENT OF CLARITY release party (post 3)

May 6, 2015

 

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The Moments In Time series features a couple in their early 20s and in the course of the three books one of the things they had to do several times was move—from their dorm to their summer residence on Fire Island, from Fire Island to one of the character’s brother’s house because their dorm room wasn’t ready, from the brother’s house to the dorm, from the dorm to an apartment. It’s been many years since my college days and until I wrote this book I’d forgotten how many times I moved house in my late teens and early 20s.

Moving is stressful. Putting your whole life in boxes. Remembering what you packed where. Physically packing, moving and unpacking. Waking up those first few nights exhausted and not entirely sure where you are. I don’t miss that! I’ve lived in my current house in New Hampshire for over a decade and that’s the longest I’ve ever lived anywhere. I don’t miss moving at all!

Now the closest I get to having to pack up a zillion belongings is conference time. Right now I’m packing to attend the RT Convention in Dallas next week. (If any of you are going, please find me and say hello—I love meeting readers in person!)

In addition to the stress that moving puts on Collin and Tanner, several of the places they live in the beginning of MOMENT OF CLARITY are not places where they have any privacy. Collin’s brother has three young children, the friend they crash with has a roommate who’s up till all hours partying—they are both longing for time alone together.

Here’s an excerpt from the time that they’re living with Collin’s brother…

Between classes, my work at Gino’s, Tanner’s shifts at the bookstore, and commuting back and forth to Sean’s house, Tanner and I were busier than we’d ever been. I always knew it was more convenient to live on campus, but I had no idea what a hassle it was to make the added drive daily. By the time we got to Sean’s, had dinner, spent time with the girls, and did some studying, we were exhausted.

I hadn’t touched Tanner for yet another week, and I didn’t think I’d last the day without changing that. Tanner must have felt the same. I’d seen the looks he’d been throwing me, particularly the night before while we were watching a movie together, but I wasn’t about to do anything with Sean and the kids in the house. I didn’t care that the doors locked. It didn’t feel right. And I didn’t trust either of us to be quiet enough. Especially since it had been so long.

Sean handed me the last dirty dish to load into the dishwasher while Tanner put the juice and milk in the fridge.

“I’m gonna run to the grocery store while the kids are at preschool. Any requests?” Sean asked, grabbing his wallet off the counter and shoving it in his pocket.

“If you get a can of crushed tomatoes and some spaghetti, I’ll cook.”

“Thanks. The kids loved that the other night. Anything else?”

I tried to think but couldn’t. All that registered in my brain was that Sean was going out. Tanner and I would be alone in the house. My entire body was totally onboard with this thought.

“I think that’ll do it. Tanner, you need anything?”

Tanner looked up from wiping off the kitchen tables. His pupils were huge. I knew that look. I loved that look. He was thinking the same thing I was. I twitched with anticipation.

“I’m good,” Tanner said, tossing the rag on the counter.

“Okay, then.” Sean headed for the door. “It’s my turn to drive carpool home, so I’ll probably take the kids to Mickey D’s for happy meals. Lock up if you both leave, okay?”

“Sure.” My heart raced as I watched Sean trot down the back porch steps. I held my breath, listening as the car door slammed, the engine revved, and the tires crunched down the gravel driveway.

I turned to look at Tanner, but before I could even focus my eyes, he was on me. Hands on either side of my face, body pressed up against mine, lips prying mine open, tongue—oh, God, I’d missed that tongue—swirling in circles with mine.

Groaning, I grabbed him and tugged him closer. I needed to feel as much of him as possible. All of him. Immediately, if not sooner.

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For another chance to win an ebook from me, tell me how many times you’ve moved in your life or the longest you’ve lived in any one place. I’ll announce winners in the comment section of each post at midnight tonight (EDT).

9 Responses to “The stress of moving…. MOMENT OF CLARITY release party (post 3)”

  1. I’m over 20 times. I try not to think about just how many. it’s just really sobering to think about it. My husband and I are finishing moving for what I hope is the final time.

  2. Buttononthetop says:

    Let’s see… I’ve moved 16 times! And I’ve never been in the military LOL.

  3. Kathy says:

    I have had 9 major moves in my life-my dad was in the military and my husband was as well ( he retired last year). We had a few local moves from house to house too.

    The longest we lived anywhere was 6 years & I have to admit it’s nice to finally put down roots. When wanderlust strikes, now we take a short trip and it’s always great to return home.

    Have fun at RT!

  4. Susan says:

    I’ve moved at least 26 times, but part of that was due to serving in the Air Force. Then I could not find the perfect job, and then I realized there is no perfect job! The longest I’ve ever lived anywhere is my current place, 9 years.

  5. Waxapplelover says:

    I can’t even count all the times, and it’s not even that many, because I lived in the same place for over 25 years. Mostly I just want to forget about them because it’s always so much trouble and stress. I hate moving with a passion.

  6. Angela says:

    Thanks for the excerpt.
    I moved two times in my life, not much i’m glad of that. The first move was when i went to live with my boyfriend (now husband) to a new place a few miles from my hometown.
    The second time we moved back to my hometown and we are still living there and i don’t ever want to move again because i love it here.

  7. H.B. says:

    I only moved three times. One was to pack up my belongs to move house to my brothers and the other was back and forth from college. The longest I lived on my own was two and a half years when I had to transfer campus to complete my degree.

  8. JJ says:

    Counting college as 8 times with back & forth, it would be 14 times. I agree that moving is so very stressful.

  9. Victoria says:

    I’ve moved 5 times so far and to be honest – the more I moved the better I got at that! I remember the first time – the thought of all those boxes is still making me feel a little ill! Greetings, Man With Van West Hampstead Ltd.

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