I’m not in a good place with this move at the moment. I’ve been slapped upside the head with the financial reality of the decision we made. We will likely incur debt with many zeros to sell this house after only 6 months of ownership because of realtor commissions, closing costs, etc. Then you add on the cost of physically getting all of our crap up north. Renting is likely our immediate future. Going from my beautiful 3000 sq ft house with a playset and playroom for the girls to a 1000 sq ft apartment with 2/3 of our stuff in storage and no outside space makes me sad. It makes me feel like I am giving up my security. That on top of leaving my friends puts me in a rather dark place at the moment. I’ll get over it soon enough. I will remember all of my blessings. I will remember that the only truly important things are my beautiful girls and my wonderful husband. But for now, I am spending a lot of time crying in the shower and taking deep breaths to ward off anxiety. Until I get done with my stupid, petty, selfish pity party this space will likely be quiet.
Fortunately, I have these faces to remind me that I have all that matters.