Moving On

I have moved one time in my life, when I was 9, and it was across the neighborhood. Now I'm almost 25 and the time has come to start over in a new town. I'm a little bit scared, and immensely sad to be leaving this house behind, but I'm also really excited about the possibilities ahead of us. 12 hours from now I'll be on the road to CB and funny enough 72 hours after that I'll be back up here for an overnight stay. I think this summer is going to be a long drag out of getting each house ready. It's not easy to move 6 people who pretty much each have their own little household.

I'm leaving a job behind, friends behind, extended family behind, a church behind, and familiarity behind. Luckily we have our own little village within our home. The greatest thing is that this summer I'm going to be a stay at home mom to this little guy:

Eventually I'm going to have to find another full time job. But I'm not thinking about that just quite yet. I'm going to try and get a few naps in first with my boy. I'm also worried for Nate. He is leaving behind 3 years of life too. He doesn't understand why we are moving and he won't understand for a long time. I've already put in efforts to meet people and I think it will pay off. For now we just have to take it one day at a time. Almost 3 years ago I brought my little guy home to a house full of people and love. Now those people and love are just moving to a new town.