I haven’t posted much on the blog lately. Not because a lot wasn’t going on, but because I couldn’t talk about it. But now we have official news…we’re moving.
Andrew has accepted a new job. I’ve tried not to disclose our current location on this blog, but suffice it to say that we’re moving from a state known for it’s warm weather, beaches, oranges and a magic kingdom:
to a state where we’ll need snow shovels, down coats and mittens. If anyone has advice on shopping for snow shoes, keeping gloves and scarves for four kids organized, or driving advice for icy streets, please let me know.
Getting to this point has been tough for all of us. We were invited to two onsite interviews/visits, which meant we had to secure child care for four kids for three days, and we had to do it two different times. Thanks to an awesome babysitter and a fantastic grandmother, the kids did really well without us. We had some minor re-entry issues, but for the most part, everyone did great. And, as an added bonus, we got to meet a fellow blogger while on one of our trips. She left for Ethiopia today to pick up her little one, so sending her good vibes.
Then, because we knew a job offer was pending, we went ahead and put our house on the market. Our realtor was optimistic that because of our location and some unique features to our house, it would sell quickly. Sure enough, we put it on the market on a Friday morning, had 14 showings in the next four days, and had a signed offer by day 6. I’ve never vacuumed so much in my life. It seemed like every time one realtor left, another called to set up a time. It was truly exhausting trying to keep the house ready to show with four kids, so I’m glad it only lasted a short while.
Since we sold our house, the next step was to find a place to move into. This time, rather than Andrew and I traveling together, I took Sam with me. Sweet Sam is very much a need-to-know-all-the-details kind of kid, so I knew it would help him a lot to be able to see the town and the house we would be moving into. It was a fun trip. We saw four houses on the first day, and eight on the second. We made an offer on one that afternoon (the paperwork at the realtor’s office was the only time Sam was truly more of a hinderance than a help), and they accepted it the next day. Whew!
The following week, Andrew needed to go to the new place to meet with some people about his new job. He was gone for three days, but got to see the new house. (And, for the record, he approved of our choice. It would have sucked if he hadn’t liked it.)
So life has been a whirlwind. We’re now trying to start purging what we won’t be taking with us and packing things we won’t need for the rest of the summer. We’re trying to maintain some kind of “regular” life. The kids are out of school, Eleanor is in high gear with swim team, Ayub and Lucy are both taking gymnastics, and we’re trying to do some homeschooling in between (more on that in a future post).
Andrew will be moving the last weekend in June. Then I’ll be here with the kids for two weeks, we’ll meet at the beach for a week, and the rest of us will move the following week. EEK! Sounds crazy the more I think about it, so I choose to not think about it much.