It's been a while since I've blogged...so here's the latest...We found out recently that we will be relocating this July to Alabama. While I'm excited about the opportunity that is being provided to my husband for his career, I'm ever so saddened by the thought of leaving my family and this place that is home to me and has become home to my children. We have our house up for sale, and as I sit here writing this, I am waiting for our first potential buyers to come by to look at the house.
I loathe moving.
I hate unpacking.
I detest boxes and paper.
Most of all, I hate the thought of having to do it atleast 3 times within the next 12 months if we sell our house in the next few weeks. We will have to live in an apartment until we leave here, then we'll be in Alabama for only 10 months before we are sent to another assignment. Sigh. I just want to stay on my Mama's back porch for the next 40-60 years. This home is the first home Richard and I have bought, and it is the first place that has been ours to do with what we want. It was hard to put so much into it knowing that we would have to leave it again eventually, but it was still worth the while. My children have established roots here. They will consider Louisiana to be "home", where they "come from". They have had the opportunity to have priceless time with their grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins that they wouldn't have received had we been assigned anywhere else. I don't want to move. But I will. We will pack up and go and follow my husband and his career for atleast the next 8 years. And then we'll be back. Is it terrible to wish those 8 years to pass quickly? In 8 years, Brian will be 18 and Rachel will be 15. I will be...well, we won't go there. In 8 years, we'll be home again. We will have moved atleast 4 or 5 more times, packed and unpacked, travelled here and there...and then we'll be home again. Okay, I have to quit crying before these people get here to see my house or I might scare them away!!!
