We are moving!
I grew up practically a gypsy, our family only staying in one house no longer than about 5 years at a time. When I got married, we lived in a teeny apartment with my cat, for about 4 months. Then we moved to a little old blue house in our hometown across the street from his parents. After 8 months, we moved to a sturdy brick house right next door to his parents, who had bought the house after their elderly neighbor died. After a couple of years, a dog and a baby, we were ready to strike out on a new life adventure, and headed to the Appalachians. We found the cutest log cabin with a bright red tin roof and a huge porch at the end of a little mountain road, and although we were quite broke, we were happy.
After a year and a half, we had leave our little cabin, due to our expanding family, and the hour-long drive to the office. We were ready for more space and were excited to move, but it was the only place where I actually cried when it hit me that we were leaving. Goodbye, little log cabin with the red tin roof. (sob) We moved into a 2 bedroom brick ranch that was nestled in a little farming community with a panoramic view of rolling pasture land. Our daughter was born soon after we moved in, and our youngest son a few years later. This is the only home they have ever known. My daughter is in 2nd grade now, and it just seems so unreal to me that time has flown by so quickly. We have been here nine years. So many memories!
But the time has come again. The new place is on a mountain road, and it has wonderful outside space. There are woods for roaming, a million plants and flowers that someone lovingly put around the yard, and paths to a sheltered picnic area with a fire pit. Not to mention more bedrooms, a second bathroom (thank GOD), a dining room (no shuffling chairs around the kitchen, trying to fit everyone), a pantry (yes!), linen closet (yes!), a craft/computer room (YES!), and a place for my kiln right outside the kitchen door. Or maybe the basement. I haven't quite figured out that part yet, but I am thrilled to just know that there will be more space for my pottery.
There will be some growing pains, I am sure. I worry about my oldest (with autism and DS) adjusting to a new environment, leaving the world behind that he has always known. We are lucky, though. He actually takes after us in loving travel, and exploring new places. I *think* he will be just fine. The bigger worry is the transition to middle school. UGH, I don't even want to think about that.
Change can be hard. It can even make us sad about the things we are leaving behind. But change can lead us out of the rut we never knew we were in until it actually happens and the world opens up for us.