I remember when we left Texas that I had planned on it for some time, was anxious for it to happen, and so unhappy to be there....and then my husband got a new job out of state in less than 3 weeks and I had to list the house, keep it clean, find a new one in the new state, and take care of the kids alone while he was working until the house sold. Then, and only then, did I realize how much I loved Texas, our neighborhood, our family and friends and ward there, and the social structure we had around us to support us, the activities my sons had to choose from...the list goes on and I repented of my feelings and my hurry to move. I so wanted to go back there - still do. BUT, that's not the Lord's plan. He has other ideas and I am coming around. Again, I wanted to move, planned on it for some time (according to my calculations it is nearly a year overdue), anxious for it to happen and unhappy to be here in Maryland.
And moving. . . leaves me with mixed emotions. All of a sudden, I kinda like my house - we've done a lot to make it ours and lots of cool things happened here: Jam learned to walk, Jar grew up, Cob was born here, I'm sure if I thought through my tears I could think of more reasons why I am reluctant to move. There are folks we've come to love in our ward who have done so much for us that we will really miss - particularly Jam's friends, old and young alike. I will miss those darn trees. I'm finally familiar with my surroundings - must be time to move. There is so much that we haven't done here too - another thing I regretted about leaving Texas - all the things we hadn't done (isn't that a country song line?).
So, yes, there is a sold sign in front of my house, we're moving to California and there is much to do. Jar is excited, Jam is oblivious as is Cob and I am mixed. My husband is already gone and I can see there are tons of things to do and I have no idea where to start. Any suggestions?
