Moving

I am kind of in the thick of thick things right now. I am in the middle of packing, moving, and selling my current home. The last few months have been pretty crazy. The whole thing happened out of the blue, and it was not on my agenda. It has been a whirlwind of activity, excitement, and a whole bunch of different emotions. Whew!

One day I went to an open house, and the next thing I knew, I was packing up and moving! I certainly was not planning on moving right at the beginning of the school year, but you just never know when opportunity will knock, and you can either jump on it, or let the chance for change and adventure pass you by.

I chose to jump this time. I just felt like jumping, so I did it.

Jumping into something so big on a whim is so unlike me. I usually take forever to ponder, analyze, and then finally make a choice a year later. But I had to make a choice, and fast. I had been looking at homes forever, everyday, but I got to the point where I had given up on finding the right home, and I was happy to be content right where we were -- even though our 2 bedroom home became very tight with growing teenagers. We were making it work, and life was good.

I almost didn't go to the open house. I just wasn't interested, not really. My friend, Rachelle, encouraged me to just take a look, and so I looked. (They live just a few houses away from the home.) As I walked around the home, I thought it was nice -- it was very pleasant and well staged. Some of our friends used to own the home, and so the spirit in the house was good too. I wasn't completely convinced, but I decided to go and grab Sammi and see what she thought. When she came, she was pretty excited, she really liked it, and thought it was a good idea. (She never wanted to leave the little house, so I valued her opinion.) Yes, she was being persuaded by our friends being so close.

I stood outside talking to our friends about the home choice, I was wavering and undecided. But as soon as I began to express doubt and fear, a strong wind blew in, and I felt that Charles wanted me to do it. I have witnesses -- 3 of them -- and they can attest that the wind blew... the winds of change blew, and I knew I was meant to jump.

This change is a big one for our family, but it is also a move that makes my children very happy. We are only about a mile from where we have been living, and so everything stays the same for us, besides the home location, the home itself, and the neighborhood. It will be such a blessing to have more space for the kids to grow into. The best thing about the home is that it has 3 bathrooms! Yes! Now that Henry is potty-trained, the 1 bathroom thing has become pretty exciting.

So, I have so many thoughts, I have felt so much, I have been through so much this last little while it has been amazing. Right now I find myself a bit tired from it all, but I have to regain my strength and uncover my moxie again, because starting Monday it is moving time! We move a bit everyday next week, and then we will do the big move on Saturday with trucks and help, and all that good stuff.

I feel strongly that this move will be good for our family in so many ways. It feels like a step -- or a jump -- in the right direction. You just never know when the right moment will come along to make the move... whatever that move may be.

There is a time for patience, and a time for pouncing.

That is the new house in the picture above, more pictures to come once we move in. :)