Moving On

For the record, I thought maybe at this point in the week, I would be feeling more emotional than I actually am.  So, I'm not sure how sentimental this post will actually end up being.  I'll see where my typing takes me.

Tomorrow is Tyler's last day of summer camp at his old preschool and where Ryan currently attends.  Thursday is Ryan's last day.  I could write down everything I'm feeling about that, but it would be easier for you to read the letter I plan on giving the staff tomorrow.

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I went to Ryan's young preschool open house last night and feel like he will do great at his new place.  I like his teachers, and they have a great curriculum with zoo phonics, themes of the week, and a dedicated potty training plan.  The other parents were very nice--most of them know each other and have moved up in classes together.  So, I'm a newbie but literally 30 minutes into the open house, Ryan already had a birthday party invite for July 30 at Marbles.  By the way, I had to take actions of force to pry Ryan away from the room and the train table in the lobby.  It wasn't a pretty sight.  Ryan starts preschool July 23. 

Tyler has enjoyed his summer camp but will be ready to have a true summer vacation spent with daddy, Grandma, family (at the beach) and Mimi and Paw Paw for a week in August. 

Since Josh is still out of town at training, I took the boys to Olive Garden (because I don't want to cook this week).  It was not a great idea.  I never realized how much control Josh has over Ryan's behavior!  He wasn't awful, but he tested me quite a few times.  Lesson learned:  no restaurant experiences alone with two junior redheads.

I still have stuff to pack, and it's like an obstacle course to get through our living room.  We found furniture on Craigslist that we bought.  Luckily, we only had to pick up one set...which is currently residing in our living room next to our current set.  The humongous leather sectional doesn't have to be picked up until Thursday. 

My thoughts on leaving our home...

There are parts of me that are really sad and parts of me that are really excited.  I fluctuate in my feelings.  I know that I will miss our land.  And not only our land but the attention we have had to it over the last 6 1/2 years.  What started off as just hay and seed grew into a fully landscaped yard.  I feel like Josh and I finally know and understand gardening...at least more than before.  Each morning and night when I take Walker out, I stand and take in the peacefulness of our house.  Surrounded by trees and woods, it's so quiet (well, except for the dirt bikes in the distant).  I have a feeling I will miss that quietness.

Our neighbors, while not particularly our age, have been so accommodating and supportive throughout the years.  They have watched our dogs, mowed our grass just out of niceness and helped Josh with projects.  We have neighbors who are firefighters, nurses, electricians, etc.  We've been lucky to have a diverse population around us.  We also leave behind a great family who served not only as Ryan's nanny his first year but also as a great family friend to us. 

But last and probably most importantly, I'm leaving a lot of "first" memories that are attached to this house.  First house.  First child.  First words.  First steps.  We also lost a pet while in this house and then gained another.  We've been lucky to never have major house issues until last summer when we replaced the well pump.  This house has treated us well.

But I've been ready to move on for years now and despite my anxiety about making this transition, I hope that this is the right decision for our family!

So with that, I'm signing off until next week.  I'll update once we are moved and settled!