So in the past month I've quit my job, started a consulting company, have (2) two clients (crazy right!) and just found out that we are for sure moving with in the next 4 weeks! Plus her royal highness moved from the school that we all loved but is 30 miles away to a band new school that we don't know much about but it 90 seconds away.
Good thing - we all do better with a little "chaos" and we knew this move was coming it was just a matte of when. I've actually been packing since almost October - crazy. Now the time has come to really buckle down and do the little things that we just didn't want to do - paint the trim, put transition strips in - basically finish all the projects that we started over the past 8 years and just didn't want to finish :)
Cleaning up this house to move is bittersweet - we've been here for 8 years. We brought the little one home here, we grew up here. Now we've moved ALOT - this is the frist time since I left home that I felt like I was honestly leaving a part of me, a part of me that won't come back, a part of me that can't.
Was talking with her royal highness the other night and she decided that she just wanted to go back to her old school. I explained that you can't go backwards, you just can't. As much as I want to put her back in my tummy as much as I want to go back home and have the change to be a kid again, once you leave places like that you just can't go back- the only place you can always go back to is home. In her 5 1/2 years of wisdom she said - but momma we are leaving home, how will we come back? I tried to explain that as long as the three of us are together we will always be home, and that even though this is her true home, the place she was born and grew up for her wise old 5 years, she can always go back to our hometown (which is no where near here).
I am not sure if she gets it right now, but I hope that she does. I hope that we all get it (the three of us) and I think that we do in our own ways - I can't go back to the person I was 8 years ago, but I can make sure that a better version of me, a better version of our family goes forward.
A piece of me will always be here, in this house, at my old job, at her old schools, however a new piece of me, a piece of us is getting ready to hit the open road for a new adventure and I am thrilled to be able to do it with my one and only but through the eyes of her royal highness as well.
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