Well, we're trying to move, anyway. Our place is not yet on the market, but it will be soon, so the process of getting it "show worthy" is somewhat consuming our lives. My favorite saying right now is, "Cleaning with children in the house is like brushing your teeth while eating Oreos." So true.
Also, there is the minor detail that we do not know exactly where we're headed. The western suburbs, that much seems clear. However, getting to know these communities and picking one, much less an actual house, has been rather overwhelming to me. I think it doesn't help that I didn't grow up around here, or even in a major metropolitan area that has suburbs, for that matter. The whole prospect of moving is a bit of a leap of faith for me. Don't get me wrong, Joe and I are in agreement that this is the right thing to do and the right time to do it for our family. But I'd be lying if I didn't admit to feeling hesitant. I like our life here and I like our place. Change is kinda scary.
Now that we've started house shopping, my fears and negative attitude are starting to dissipate. I think once I can picture us living in a new home it will be easier to focus more on what lies ahead, rather than on what we're leaving behind.
So, there you have it. The news from these parts (for those of you who didn't already know). At least we have packed the essentials.
[Note: repeatedly getting in and out of these sealed storage containers was their idea of fun, not mine. No children were harmed in the taking of this photograph.]