Writing about something

I think most (all?) of the people that read my blog may already know this, but we are moving!

We are moving.

To Utah.

It became official about a week ago and I think it still doesn't seem 100% real.

For at least a year, I've been praying that Adam's situation at work would improve.  He hasn't had the best situation and there wasn't a whole lot I could do about it except pray.  So I did.

(This isn't really what I had in mind.)

In an unrelated matter, we also decided to look for a different house.  We wanted something with a bigger kitchen and more family gathering spaces.  More garage space too.  We looked and found a house that fit the bill.  On the day we were set to make an offer on the new house, things really went south for Adam's job and he heard (again) from a former boss that had moved to Utah and wanted Adam to work for him.  We decided to put the house hunting on hold and look at everything.  I had been praying to know if buying that house was the right thing to do.

(This isn't really what I had in mind.)

It feels like a whole series of things fell into place to make moving to Utah a reality.  It was nothing we sought but it's almost like it sought us.

Some people take vacations and go on roller coasters.  We have had our own stay-cation emotional roller coaster this summer.  Conflicted emotions have abounded.  I can't speak for everyone, although I can see the distress on their faces at times and the excitement shining in their eyes at other times, but as for me, I've been all over the place.

I love our home.  We've been very happy here.  We have a 13+ year store of memories and traditions and living among tall trees and seeing green everywhere we look.  We have family here and fabulous friends.  We have organizations we're a part of (my writing group! my book club!) and there are just people who know us.

This weekend I was at the grocery store and saw a lady who knows Adam's mom.  She greeted me warmly and said, "I thought I saw your handsome sons!"  (Braeden and Mark had walked ahead of me.)

It's nice to live somewhere where random and vague acquaintances know who your handsome sons are.

Perhaps the most heart-rending part of all of it is that it is Braeden's.  Senior.  Year.  Who takes their son away on the cusp of his senior year?  Witnessing my children telling their friends we're moving and their friends' faces reflecting back sadness all around pretty much breaks my heart.

On the other hand, when I hear Adam, who has been discouraged about work lately, talk with excitement and interest about his new job prospect, I feel really happy.  I feel like my prayers were answered.

And then did I mention my family?

We are going to live ten minutes from Ammon and Melanee.

Ten.

Minutes.

Tabor and Katie are four hours from our new home.

My parents and the rest of my siblings are four hours away in a different direction.  It's going to be amazing.  I haven't lived in any sort of proximity to my family for seventeen years.

I am looking forward to being within an hour of my dear grandma.  I hope to visit her and help her regularly.  I owe her for a lifetime of being one wonderful grandma.

So there it is.  Writing about it makes it more real.  So I'd better go get to work.