My kids are still sleeping. I have had my coffee and am contemplating my day and thinking about what a roller coaster ride the last year has been.
It was this time last year when the hubster took the buy-out from work and amped up the stress level at home. It was a good decision, but that doesn't mean the seven months of job searching weren't stressful for everyone. A job offer in January brought some relief from the anxiety of the unknown but, naturally, started whole new anxieties.
It's been three months since he relocated to start his new job. And my stress has shifted to single parenting (with the help of my large village), preparing a house to sell (while still living in it with three kids), and the mental and emotional preparation (of myself and the kids) to move across country.
I am nervous about being back on the East Coast. My inner hippie/punk rocker has loved Oregon. I anticipate feeling out of step on the opposite coast. I am excited to be moving closer to family. Twelve years with no family in easy driving distance has been challenging and expensive. I am nervous about getting my children integrated into a new community. I am also excited about integrating them into a new community and hope they develop new, strong friendships and maintain the old ones like I was able to do when we moved around when I was younger.
So yeah mixed feelings.
But alas there is too much to do to stay in this contemplative state. Today we are hosting our fourth open house since our home went on the market almost two months ago. We have had four offers that didn't work out for one reason or another. And I can't adequately express how ready I am for this house to sell and this item on the pre-move checklist to be checked off and remain checked off.
It's 8:59 a.m. I suppose it's time to wake the children so that we can get ready for the day and clean the house again. Or maybe I'll just have another cup of coffee.
