Since it’s been a sizable amount of time since I wrote regularly, there’s been some stuff that I haven’t mentioned. Big things that have come and gone and I’ve just lived through. In a way, that’s good – because now I can look back and attempt to be objective about how great, how indifferent, how scary.
My first impulse was to write a huge post and recount everything I could think of.
Then I realized that a wall of text might not be so appealing and plus BONUS, I might get some not-just-one post action out of it.
I’m relearning this stuff, guys.
Anyway, we moved.
Josh, me, the kids. The cat. We left Dan’s and we found a house that we think qualifies for us as the home we need.
It wasn’t an easy decision. We went back and forth and hemmed and hawed and what if’d and then that.
So much of how I saw my family had become so encapsulated in our living space. We were all so close and so present and all so CONSTANT. It was foreign to think of that as changing. But it did.
Adjusting hasn’t been easy. It’s been five months and I still catch myself thinking in terms of smashed-into-one-room living space, and there are still things that we just don’t have because we didn’t need them for four years.
Lucy’s adjustment was what I’d worried about the most, really. She had spent her whole life in our compoundish circumstance. Dan’s home was the only one she’d ever known.
I need not have worried. Once she realized that we would have a whole house of our own AND that she could still go see Dan pretty much whenever she wanted, she hasn’t looked back.And now we have formed our own unit. We are what we were, but somehow more so. My son has his own space, my girls have theirs. We are more together because we can be separate.
It was a good decision.