Part 1: The Move - The way it went down

Goodbye 3225. 

I mentioned briefly yesterday that we moved. Yep, we did, boy do I have a lot to say about that. So many mixed emotions I kind of don't even know where to start.

You might remember last August (2012) that we decided to try and see if we could sell our house. We didn't. The fact is we bought our first home the year before the great housing market crash. We bought high and have been dealing with the aftermath ever since.

Because we did not sell and I was pregnant with Kenley, we hunkered down and made room in our home. We knew it wasn't perfect, but it was our home, our kids were happy, and we were doing fine. I had really come to terms with the fact that we were going to be in our home for probably the next 3 years. And I honestly was content. Ever once in awhile I would think we needed more, but for the most part, I was very content. We had a lot to be grateful for.

However, my husband was not exactly in the same zen emotional state that I was feeling. He was frustrated with one bathroom, small entry way, and stuff upon stuff. It was getting to him.

The whole situation reminded me of our engagement. I basically figured we'd get engaged right after college. We started dating freshman year, and four years later, I was ready (or so I thought) to get married. I had subscriptions to bridal magazines much to the jokes of my friends. Everyone knew I was just waiting. And waiting I did. And more waiting. Till finally, I stopped the subscriptions and moved on. I became content. I knew it was going to happen and it finally didn't matter to me if it was now or then. I knew Bob was going to be my husband and that we would have a wonderful life together as husband and wife whenever it happened.

The night we got engaged (Nov. 25, 2005). I had just come home from work, so I look fantastic. 

And that is exactly when he proposed, 2 years later. There was a lot going on in our family life at the time, so I never imagined that he would actually propose to me then, but he did. It was the exact timing that was meant to be. It was perfect.

And that is basically, what has happened with our house. I finally got in the mindset that this was where my babies were going to all become preschoolers, and there Bob goes changing the plan saying it is time to go.

Things fell perfectly into place and it was time to move on. So we did.

I was not ready emotionally and packing up was pretty hard for me. In our first home, Bob proposed on one knee in our family room, we spent our second night as newly weds, I beat cancer there, and we brought all 3 of our babies home to that house. So many life-changing moments occurred there that will never happen again.

I know this house will be filled with just as many moments, but it was still sad to move on from those precious memories. The house where I never thought we'd have children in is where we ended up having all of our children.

I can not deny that everything has worked out perfectly and quickly. Everything has fallen into place despite my worrying. It could not have been easier, but I just wasn't ready.

I'm hoping now that we are in, I can breath and see this new house as our home.