Moving...

As we are packing up our belongings into boxes, totes, bags, and suitcase, it amazes me how much things seem to multiply. Seriously. As we are packing more seems to appear. We honestly have thrown a good amount of things away, yet more and more is appearing.

In less than 24 hours we will be on the road headed north out of here. At some point in the next 24 hours we have to get to a point where we throw away even more. It is honestly a little tough looking at some things trying to decide if we trash it or keep it. Many things we are looking at for the first time in a year. If we haven't missed it I guess we should trash it. Unless it is a picture.

Wishing we had family closer who could come help, but then again, if family was closer, we wouldn't be moving.

Two days left

We only have two fill days left to prep for our move. It isn't a whole lot of time, which is good and bad.

Starting a new chapter is something we are both looking forward. Actually I think it is something we are all looking forward to. Is two days enough time to really get this house finished up? We have made progress and I am sure it is better off than I think it is.

In the last three nights I have not gotten much sleep. I have been thinking about everything that is coming and because of that I can't seem to shut my brain down at night. The lack of sleep is not good. I have to be well rested for this drive ahead of us. Thursday starts a busy week for us. I have to ready for it.

I have my fears and concerns, but I am prepared to make the changes. We are prepared.

Productive day

Today was productive, not only because we did get some packing up done, but because I genially took it easy. I let myself realize that I can't continue to stree about the move. I have to enjoy some of this too. We are going through a positive change and. Need to enjoy some of it too. That does not mean there won't be stressful moments, and that I won't feel it getting to me at times. But what it means is that I need to give myself a break.

So much left

We have actually done a great deal of packing and prepping today. The master bathroom is done, the office is just about cleaned out, C's bed is in the process of being disassembled, the girls' room is getting there, and N has packed several boxes of things from his room. We are getting there, slowly. We still have four days available for us to pack up. Wednesday will be a busy day for us no matter what we do. I need to realize that things will get done. We can handle this. It is the right thing for us all.

Saturday before the move

It is Saturday... 1:45am. I shouldn't be awake, but I am. There is a lot on my mind right now and I just can't seem to drift off to sleep. I will, it's just going to take time. We have 5 days left to pack everything up and be ready to load up the moving van. The sixth day is load up and leave day. As I look around the house I see so much left to do and prepare for moving. I know we have done a good deal. We have several boxes packed up, we have disposed of a great deal of trash, given away boxes of clothes and furniture that was in the garage, and we have really tried to make sure the breakables are packed right Southey don't break. I have a job waiting for me, it looks like we will have a house, I will have my wife by my side, and our kids with us, so why can't I just relax about this move? Logically I know there is only so much I can prepare for. Logically I know I am a damn good teacher. Why is it I can't let the anxiety of it all go? What is it about this move keeps me from sleeping, from relaxing. What is it that is worrying me so much that my stomach has episodes where I feel like I am about to go over that first large drop on a roller coaster.(which, by the way, I hate.) I worry we won't have enough boxes. I worry we won't have enough help on Thursday morning. I worry about the long drive. I worry about the kids adjusting to a new place. I worry about me adjusting to new everything. I have been in South Texas for 14 years now. This is where I had my son, ended a marriage, started a new life with Ker, started my career, built a house, earned a reputation as a good teacher. This is where I have built a life. This was a good place to stop over, but we never felt like it was the place to stay. We have both always said it felt like we weren't in the right place yet. We weren't in a bad place, just not the right place. Moving is giving us a new chapter. I don't want to say fresh start, because we aren't starting over, we are continuing to build. This move is a new chapter for our relationship and for our family. I think everyone wants a feeling of a clean slate. That is what this move does. Places us all some place where we all experience firsts together. Why am I so worried? Because I want to do the right things for my family. I want this move to go smooth enough that the kids aren't stressed by the physical part of the moving. The emotional part is bad enough. I don't want my marriage to feel the stress of the move. Ker says I don't have to be strong all the time. I know, because I'm not. I just don't say I am worried as often as I am. Part of me figures if I ignore it, the feelings will pass faster. The next five days will go by slow and yet faster than we are expecting. By keeping busy most of the day, it will go by at a pretty fast clip, but on Wed, I know I am going to think damn we should have gotten more done before today. So here is to five days left in Texas. Here is to a new chapter starting for us.

One week and counting....

We have one week left here in Texas. Tomorrow begins our last ___day here. Like last Thursday, last Friday..... Although I am nervous, almost borderline scared, I am excited too. I am doing something I never thought would happen. I am getting my family out of Texas.

The Adventure Continues

Today Ker made contact with the owners of a potentioal rental for us. She is nervous, but these next steps we take make the upcoming move even more real for us. We really would like to get a place rented before we move. It would save us a great deal of time, fear, and stress. Being able to move directly into a place the day we get there would be awesome. I will only have two weeks from the day we get there to the day I begin work. So many little things to do. We are still seriously looking at getting rid of the truck before we move. It would be us some moving expenses and it would be less expensive for me to commute to work in a car, rather than the truck. There are a great deal of changes in front of us. We are excited, even if we are nervous.

Toes....

Today I allowed pain to be inflicted on me. I had both big toenails removed. No I didn't do this because it was on my bucket list or because I had nothing better to do. My toes nails have taken a beating in the last few years. One of them nada computer drop on it a few years back. Turns out that this allowed a fungus to set it and my toe nails began growing at an angle. The pressure had been increasing and with the upcoming move I needed to get it done. I am now in a little pain. Yes I have pain meds, but it only takes the edge off some. Ker says I am obviously groggy. I just feel even, except the pain that will hit and fade away. I won't be packing anything the next couple of days. They rest of today I have to keep off my feet and keep them up. Monday, if I feel up to it, we will begin looking at cars. We are looking at getting rid of the truck before we move. I will be commuting a little more there and the truck won't be very economical for us.

Look, so I am 40

I turned 40 yesterday. I don't feel any different. Things around me haven't changed just because I turned 40. Is this normal? I will assume that it is. That turning 40 is a milestone because people aren't sure what else in life is considered a milestone. By 40 you should _________. Fill in your own blank. Don't let someone else tell you when something should be done by or should be done at all. We all mature at our own pace, we all learn and grow amour own pace, so why wouldn't we hit milestones at our own pace? Things are changing for me and my family. Big changes. We will be moving to another state in less than a month. It isn't even a close state, it's 1600 mikes away from where we are now. Our weather will be changing. We will actually encounter all four seasons. My job is changing. My children are changing. They are growing up so fast. I haven't hit any milestone, just becauseI turned 40 yesterday. My milestone is that I went out and found a position with a school and school district that want me for what I have to offer. They see what I can bring them. I have looked and have seen what they can offer me and what the move will offer my family. It is a good move. Now we have to get the mechanics of the move happening. Find a house, pack, prep to move. There is so much to do. I don't want to do to mucho that we feel uncomfortable the rest of the time we are here, but I also do not want to wait until the last minute so that we are rushing to pack everything up. My milestone, is a family milestone. We are starting a new chapter for us, all of us.

We are moving!

It has finally happened. I have been offered a position in Virginia, near DC. After talking, we decided that moving is inthebest interests of the family and my career, so I have accepted the position. I finished my last day with my current school district today and am scheduled to begin work in Virginia on the 20th of August. In between now and then. Have to execute a move from here to there. Only half way across the country. About 1600 miles, give or take a few. LOL We are excited, nervous, and possibly a little scared. It will be the first time either of us have moved this far without the Navy being involved. We know we have made the right choice. We only hope to continue making the right choices.