Having to say goodbye is a hard thing to do. Having to say it multiple times (sometimes to the same person) is even harder.
From the time Ian actually got the job until we actually moved was over a month. Liam graduated from Kindergarten and summer was supposed to start. Now with moving expenses about to be piling up, my summer to do list was almost completely cut out. We also had plans to take a two week vacation to Utah to visit my parents. That was one of the top things that became hard about this move. It’s been too long since we’ve seen them and it was hard to cancel that trip.
Every day Ian would call on his way to see some new houses. We were wanting to rent, but had heard it’s a crazy market and everyone else was wanting the same thing. Houses just seemed to not be available in our price range and area we were looking for. We were actually hoping for one particular house that seemed perfect. We had waited for days to hear back on only to find out it had been taken. Ian was loving his new job so that was a big plus in our lives!
Back in Fort Worth, friends and family were keeping us busy with dinner invites, play dates and goodie baskets.
Through many prayers, we felt we needed to look in another area and change our budget for a home. It was the next day that Ian found it. He called me and told me he’d found our home! At this point I didn’t care what it looked like (well, kinda) and told him to go for it. The pictures online seemed okay and I had google mapped every single direction of the neighborhood. Liam’s school was 1/2 mile away, church was 5 miles away and the local HEB (grocery store) was a little more than 2. Ian’s work was further away, but doable.
Again, we played the waiting game. For what seemed like years! Then it happened. We got the house and moved the next day! It was great that I had been packed up because we knew when it was going to happen, it was going to happen very quickly.
Saturday we had some help from family and a friend. Not much, but they were work horses and we were loaded up. We had a few hiccups, but ended up being okay in the end. My MIL watched the kiddos so when we were done we went to pick them up and were on our way to Austin.
It became very surreal then, following Ian in the moving truck. I wasn’t as sad as I thought I would be. Yes, I was already missing my dear friends and knew we would always see family from time to time. The excitement of something new was kicking in and I couldn’t wait for us to be settled again and just be together as a family in a house.
The boys were great on the drive and it didn’t take as long as Ian thought it would. As we drove around the corner and onto our new street, I finally felt like I could breathe again.
I made everyone stop at the front door and snapped this picture. I wanted to remember the moment and what it took for us to get there.
Ian picked a great one (or did it pick us?). It’s perfect for our family. Once we let the boys in, they went wild running into each room and searching every empty closet. It was at this point that the adrenaline wore off and Ian and I were exhausted. Ian headed to the store for a few things that we needed and I unpacked our cars.
It was around 6:30 and we couldn’t stand ourselves anymore. We set up our make shift blanket beds in the boys room and tried to sleep. Of course when you’re in a new place and sleeping on the floor, it’s hard to get comfortable.
