Our move dragged on a bit because of a broken furnace, but we are now all under one roof again, and the unpacking can begin.
When the possibility of moving came up I was consulted on the subject, and I assured my husband that I would do what I had to do, and support him. At the same time, it's no secret that I did not want to move, and this has been very hard on me.
Now that it's done, there is a sense of peace that has come over me. It is hard not to fall in love with our new little town. (I haven't lived in such a small town in such a long time - I'm a little nervous about it. At least the population is larger than the elevation.)
The mountains are in our back yard, and our neighborhood is quiet. Deer walk down the road here, and I was excited to hear that Bubblehead saw some moose last week while fishing. (I love moose!)
We had a very Norman Rockwell-esque evening last night, complete with the kids running in the backyard, chicken on the BBQ, Bubblehead mowing the lawn. The weather cooperated nicely. I'm hoping for a summer full of these kinds of nights. We would like to start taking the kids hiking, as we use to enjoy day-hikes before they came along. I'll look into swimming lessons or dance classes or art lessons for Ella, and there is a fantastic park right around the corner for us to walk to.
We want to buy a house, but after losing his job twice in about a year's time, we are both feeling jaded, and are afraid to let our roots grow too deep. It will just take some time.
So here I am in our new home, kids eating lunch. I will put them down for naps and watch a favorite TV show. This afternoon we'll go out back and play in their sandbox. I have so much cleaning and unpacking and organizing to do I don't know where to begin, but I have time. Finally today, in more than 3 months, we are going to have a "normal" day. We've proved that moving can take a long time, but settling - that takes even longer.