Ready

I don't know if you've noticed it.  I have.  My posts have been pretty superficial since this post.  It was the one where I realized that we are, in fact, moving.  I've spent the last month or so in denial.  I haven't wanted to talk about it or blog about it.  I've pretty much been acting like my 6 year old.  "I don't wanna do it!"  "You can't make me!"  "Can't we just do it next summer?"  Yep, that's been me.

Shad and I went up to the new town and spent Saturday night there.  We attended his old boss's retirement party at his house.  The house.  The one we are going to be renting for awhile while he is living out his life long dream to take his family sailing.  It was very odd to be walking through the house with Gina (his wife) and tell her what furniture they can leave in the house for us to use (looks like piano lessons for the family!).  I was also noticing all the fir trees.  The entire back yard is surrounded by them.  Guess I'll be vacuuming pine needles.

Anyway, I've had a change of attitude.  We need to do this, to move.  But also I want to do this.  We need to be closer to Shad.  He spends way too much time trying to get home to us.  It's time.  Time to be thankful for the opportunity we have been given.  Shad's promotion, a great house to rent until we are ready to buy one, great schools to choose from (private or public, that's another blog post) and the chance to be obedient.  This is God's plan for us right now.  It's not going to be easy, but I'm ready now.  I'm ready to move.  Ya, pretty ready.  Pretty much.