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Shad and I were making eye contact across the room as I listened to his phone conversation with his old boss about us renting his house in the new town.  There was some negotiating regarding the rent and yard care.  And then he said it.  "OK sounds good."  "So you're leaving the end of July?"  "So we'll move in the beginning of August then."  "Great, bye."  As I finished rinsing the dinner dishes, I wanted to laugh and cry all at the same time.  We get to live in a beautiful house with an amazing yard.  We have to move.  Away.  Then last night, at our bible study, Shad announced that it would be our last bible study.  We won't be here in the fall when it starts back up.  Ouch.  It hit me again.  And that was when I realized that the last Mom 2 Mom for the season will be my last.  We won't be here in the fall when it starts back up.  I mailed the registration paperwork and the check for the kids' school.  It's in the new town.  This is it.  We're doing it.  For sure.  It's no longer if, it's when.