Well, the decision has been made. In fact, it's done. We're here. It's been two weeks. We're a couple blocks away from a real Main Street, and an Oak Street, and a Walnut Street - very quaint and small-town sounding to me. They kinda look like what I imagined when I read To Kill a Mockingbird. Or Peyton Place, actually.
I never actually thought I could pick up and leave. Leave my sisters and my beautiful nephews, or my family and my dearest friends, or my job. (Well, yes, I did imagine leaving my job.) And if you'd asked if I'd EVER thought I'd live in the Midwest one day, I'd have scoffed, pointed my finger toward a map of the U.S., waved it in big circle to cover the area I guessed to be the Midwest, and said "Here? Yeah, right." Oh, how times have changed. And I'm pretty confident that I can find Missouri on a map now.
After shoving our entire townhouse into two Pods, and then discovering we still had enough stuff to fill a third, we made the very lonnnnnnnnnng drive through a lot of states that began with the letter "I". The boys did as well as they could:
...and here we are, in a really neat, old house with lots of space for them to toddle around in, with lots of home projects to do. Here I am, out of my comfort zone, not earning a second income, but without my usual anxiety over losing time with my children while I work. Here we are, living on what seems to be a quiet and safe street for T and G to learn to ride a bike on one day soon, shaded by pretty trees, sitting on an awesome front porch that I plan to spend a lot of time on with my husband, sometimes with a cocktail in hand.
We finally made the move, committed to a year. 351 more days (or more) of Midwestern adventure...
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