Moving. Tomorrow. Yuck.
I really have been meaning to record this part of our life...you know, the technical part. But between friends that are here, friends on the phone, friends that are experiencing the SAME thing, and my dear, patient, ever ready to lend an ear family, I have told the story so many times I just can't find the energy to TYPE IT OUT. The short version (skipping the sad and painful parts) is this: the company Dave worked for was acquired. He works for the new people and his new office is an hour away from our current abode. This lease is up, we are moving closer. Moving for the third time in 1 1/2 years. New apartment is small. (interesting side note...we keep decreasing in square footage: House in KC=2200 Portland=1560 Houston#1=1300 Houston#2-1160 AHH!) New lease is only 3 months. Thank goodness.
I don't love the technical side of things. But where one door closes, new and exciting doors open. I truly hope and look forward to this spring which promises to bring changes I can get happy about. And in the meantime, I am packing boxes once more and dreaming about all the things I will cook for Thanksgiving, and how I will decorate my table. I am scrubbing down this apartment right now, but arranging the Christmas tree decor in my head and thinking about traveling home for the holidays. And when I get to that tiny apartment we will call home for 3 months, with its boring white appliances and checkered vinyl kitchen floor, I will be thinking about all the beautiful colors and surfaces I would choose for my own house.
Sometimes setbacks highlight all the things in which we have to be grateful. (or is it just Thanksgiving time?) Either way, I feel watched over. We're healthy. Our family is growing. I love my husband. Really, really love him. I feel secure in this financially crazy time. And I have pretty awesome friends, all over the country.