For some strange reason I am finding this post, one I promised to write, very difficult to begin. It has nothing to do with having different company over Saturday, Monday, and Tuesday or that my youngest is having his first friend party this Saturday. Busyness isn't really the reason. I think I'm in prime avoidance mode because the move we are about to make it so important to me.
Nonsense is so much easier to write about. Maybe I should make this post instead about how Matthew tried to catch a skunk last night while all the youth (12-18) from church where at our house for a BBQ. Luckily someone stopped him before anyone got sprayed, because as cute as a 4-year-old can be, it would be hard for a group of teenagers to forgive going to school the next day with that sort of stench.
Shoot. See that? I'm in optimal avoidance mode.
Let me see if I can just spit it out.
We are moving across the country in December and the decision is all on me. I was the one who wanted it and my husband is leaving a job he loves to make me happy. Not that I'm not happy now, it is just that Connecticut has never felt like home. I couldn't find my groove. As much as I love the beauty here, no matter how wonderful the people here have been, it just has never felt like home. We are too far from any family. It is too expensive for my frugal loving side. My husband's job will always be too many hours.
We are moving to a town in the Pacific Northwest where I have 3 siblings living. Peter has 2 siblings about 3 hours away. We are driving distance from Utah and New Mexico so we can visit our parents -and other siblings, cousins, grandparents, friends- more often. Plus, the house we are building is half the cost to buy the same here. Peter will be working a lot less hours for nearly the same pay. My children will no longer be the only ones their age at church.
But still, we know the downsides and struggles we will face here, and are exchanging them for unknown downsides and struggles. I know we have wonderful friends here and are exchanging them for people unknown. We know what we have to work around with Peter's job here, and are exchanging for unknown business and hospital systems. (That may not seem like much, but we are moving from a large physician owned group with fantastic benefits to a independent contracting group, which means that we are going to be self-employed.) That is scary. If it fails, it is all on me. That is a lot of pressure.
Oh, and we are planning on moving to a home that is merely a plot of land and a floor plan right now.
The good news is that my prime avoidance for cleaning and packing happens to be what I am doing right now. So you should be seeing a lot of me in the next couple months.