My hubby got the job. Do you know what that means? It means within the next two months we will be moving all over again, somewhere yet unknown.
When Chris applied for this job I was supportive. On the inside, though, I was absolutely mortified at the thought of moving again. We don’t know anyone in this new place, not even a quirky family member! We just spent what felt like 6 months of cruel and unusual punishment trying to establish ourselves in a community here, and just when we finally found some really awesome friends.... it's time to move. Does this happen to anyone else, or just me? 'Cause it feels like the story of my life. I have a special label for blog posts about moving, because we move an average of every ten months or so. There's always a perfectly adequate reason, but that doesn't make it a painless experience.
That's the closest thing I have to a complaint, though.
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The truth is, I'm really thankful that he got this job.
Somewhere along the line my fear turned into excitement, and now instead of worrying I'm plotting how I'm going to decorate my new home. I wanted to cry once when I thought about how we're going to have to make friends from scratch again, but then I put my big girl pants on and decided not be bummed out about something that may not even be hard. Who doesn't love a good adventure? And most especially, who doesn't love a good adventure with their most favorite people? I seriously haven't felt this right about a move since I moved in with Chris after I married him. And that really felt like the right thing to do..
I'm praying that we find community surprisingly quickly. And I'm praying for somewhere to plant vegetables, cause my fingers are achin' to garden again. I think I'll get a lot farther by praying through my worries than sitting around moping about them, don't you? Moping is so last year.