It appears that I only start blogging again when I move. I'm guessing it has something to do with fresh starts and whatever; this blog has seen me through Santee, (he)El Centro, Imperial, Mira Mesa, Washington...it's like an old, holey glove that I keep digging out of the bottom of my drawer.
Alas, here I am, yet again. This time it's Florida.
We spent a huge, lovely, jam-packed year in Washington. Added a kid to the mix and some grays to my head, went to Disneyland, Big Bear, Hawaii, San Diego several times, finished 1st grade and another year of preschool, added a bunch of friends to our lives and hearts. Good times.
And then, Adrian's company dropped the A-bomb.
I'm not sure how I feel yet about Florida. I wouldn't say we started off on the right foot, what with the two weeks' notice and you know, the newborn I had just birthed 5 weeks prior. The older boys who were plucked out of their summer 3 weeks early in order to start a new life across the country. Again, good times...
But we are making the best of it. We are filling shelves. We are making beds. We are flattening boxes and unpacking emotionally to settle into a life in this weird, strange little world. We are reaching out, saying hi and inviting ourselves to moms groups and playgroups and whatever groups will have us because that's how a house becomes a home and a neighborhood becomes a community.
As much as I am clinging to my life in Washington, I'm trying to remind myself that we have been here before. We know how to do this and we will make it happen again, just like last time. And the time before that. Except every time we build our resilience, stretch our bravery beyond what we though we could. We got this.
