Gone from there, here to stay

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Our little family has left our little home in our little town. It was a sad day and still gives us all mixed emotions. We are adjusting, though and life is still good. Michael is loving his new job, the kids seem to be making new friends and liking their new schools. Sometimes fitting in is a little harder when you're an adult. I am happy with our home (we are renting until we know where we want to land permanently), and I love all the space it provides. I love that we are closer to our extended families and I'm happy to see the increase in our monthly income. But I miss my friends and my old job. I miss the small town feel and being able to know exactly who my kids are hanging out with and who their parents are. I miss the familiarity that comes with living in a place for 9 years. I know it will happen here, too, and that it just takes time. But, hello! Do you even know me at all? I am not a patient person. :) On the plus side, you are all welcome to come visit me here. Please?

















































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Emily said…
I remember that cute little town. :) Makes me a little homesick. (Well, you know, home meaning south of the border) sniff sniff I think I may have to take a road trip and come see y'all. Kids are looking so grown up. I love the fun chairs. . .they gave me a good chuckle
March 1, 2016 at 11:03 AM
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