We have begun moving things out of our house and into the storage unit and boxing up things to take to Erie. Our house is becoming unrecognizable and I don't like it. I had my first break down the other night thinking about leaving this peaceful, precious little house that we have built into a home and ... well, let's just not talk about it until we have to.
This place means so much to me! To all of us.
Husby is on teaching service this month which means he is gone all of the time. He gets one weekend off, which happens to be Easter (yay!), and works literally the rest of the days of the month. It's been a hard one and we're just half way through it. It's just tough when the boys only get to see their Daddy for like an hour at night before bedtime. Tough for them, tough for him, tough for us all! But I am so thankful that this year, his last of residency, has been a breeze compared to his first two years. He's had more responsibility and obligations with being Chief, but we have seen a LOT more of him this year than we did before. And so I can't complain too much. But the light? Ya know, the one at the end of the tunnel? I can see it. I can almost taste it. It's all coming to an end.
We still don't know where we'll be living once we land in Pennsylvania. Stressor? Eh, I'm used to the unknown with everything we've gone through this last year, so I know God has a place for us. He's provided each and every step thus far, so this I'm not worried about. We may be getting a house through the program, so we are waiting to hear from them, but I've been checking out rental homes online in case we could grab something sooner and definite-er. :)
It just so happens that the month we are putting our house on the market is the month Husby is barely even here. Fun, fun! Ugh. Or not. My parents have been a life saver, sacrificing their weekends to come help me, and my Mom coming up through the week to help me pack and move things to storage. It is so slow going with the boys running around, so I am just infinitely grateful for their help. I swear, when my Mom comes, we get more done in one day than I could get done in a week by myself. She's a power horse! And when I'm indecisive on whether or not I want to keep or get rid of something, having a second voice and opinion helps tremendously! My brain is so jumbled up right now that I NEED that second voice. I'm kind of to the point where I'm seeing smells and tasting sounds.
July 1 is the projected move date as of now. That also happens to be our wedding anniversary. Nothing says an adventurous 9th year of marriage like packing up and moving across the country!
We'll always remember our 9th year of marriage as the year we celebrated with a year long vacation.
With a little bit of Sports Medicine thrown in the mix, of course! ;)
Prayers appreciated as we wrap up our last few months. Thank you, faithful friends!