So we're moving.
It's only 30 miles, but for this area it's so far that they call it "the North land" or "Northland" as if they're talking about the Holy Land or a country.
My excitement over our pay increase and nice home (in what I call "Rich People Land") are tempered with trepidation. I'll be 40 minutes away from everyone and everything that is routine to me now. Spontaneous YMCA trip with my teen? Not so spontaneous to say, "I'll be there in an hour!" My favorite stores are here. My doctor, dentist, eye doctor... all in this inferior "south land" (not that anyone would dignify it with its own title).
Tonight after work my husband asked me to go to the bank, so I sent texts to my older kids and got a volunteer to go with me to help with the little kids. Guess that won't really happen anymore.
Although that's it-- I don't really know what will happen. I don't know anything about the north land. I know we're moving to be closer to his job, but that's a little shaky too. (The job is guaranteed for 18 months, but what if their new service is a flop? What if we aren't really accepted by the church? We'll be all alone and so far away.)
It's a whole new world for my family. Just don't know what kind of world that is yet.
