I was born about 5 hours from here. I don't remember living there. I do remember living in the surrounding suburbs of where I live now.
We found out we are moving. The thought brings me excitement of a new adventure and fear. I have so many friend and family here and I have to start fresh in a new city. I have a couple of friends there but nothing like I have here. My roots are deep.
All of my prayers have come true. I feel blessed beyond words. It is a wonderful problem to be rooted. Hubby's job offer, after 2 1/2 years of being laid off, was better than we had hoped. The place we are moving isn't too far away to visit often. We are all healthy. And the lists go on.
My sister and I were talking yesterday about how difficult it is that all of these changes are happening so fast. Between the two family homes, since May we have had: 3 new family members born, Two deaths, 8 family members hospitalized for bad things, 4 new cars, One new door, A lot of money out the door, A lot of money coming back in, 2 husbands working in different cities from us. The list goes on and on.
Now we pray the house sells fast and that hubby can be with us full time. We miss him.