This is what my life has been consumed by the past few months…
I’m still here. I am not sure how I have managed to survive the past few months, but I have. Thanks to Courtney, “The Chirping Moms” blog has thrived and I didn’t lose my sanity, although it did come and go several times the past few months, just ask her! Moving. That’s what this post is about. Courtney wrote this post, When Your Best Friend Moves Away, a couple weeks ago and I still can hardly read it without getting teary eyed. It is finally starting to kick in that I am not living in New Jersey anymore.
After living a fun and adventurous life in Washington DC for our first year out of college, my husband got a job transfer to New York, NY. As an elementary school teacher, I agreed to move, found another great teaching job, and we settled into a little waterfront apartment in Jersey City. We also got married that summer and started life as our own little family.
Another year passed and he got another great job opportunity in Connecticut. Sure, why not?!, I said again, and we moved to a wonderful coastal town with direct access to the beach, NYC, the countryside, and his job. Our first child was born and I started my adventures as a stay at home mom! I was starting to settle into life in the town, making some great friends and enjoying our day to day life, when my husband was reassigned back to New York City.
WHAT?! With another kid on the way, my husband thought it would be best to settle in New Jersey where we could manage a house with a yard (for our little ones to roam around) but still take the train into the city. So we went on the search for our first house, picked out one of those old charm 100 year old houses, and our move in date was planned. Now, most of my Connecticut friends probably remember, but I dragged my feet going. I didn’t want to go back to New Jersey—it just was NOT at all where I could see myself thriving with my family. This time around the move wasn’t so easy. Kids were in the picture and moving back to the hustle and bustle of NYC was not on my agenda.
But I did it. I fought back many tears and in my third trimester, we settled into our new house in New Jersey. Well our not-so-new house actually took a lot of painting, handiwork, and love before we felt like we had our first home, but it finally started to become our little sweet house.
The first six months in New Jersey were hard. Our second child, Andrew, was born and I was managing two kids under two with no family and no close friends, only familiar faces that I saw at the park, library, or around town. My husband was working busy season which means LONG hours and many days would pass before my kids would see his face. On top of it all, I managed to break my ankle (from slipping on nasty ice!) when Andrew was two months. A just turned two year old, a two month old, and a mom on crutches with little help. Our dishwasher had broke, our heating system was having difficulties, and life was no easy thing. I was not happy with life in Jersey. “Why am I here?” I asked over and over again. (You may not even notice, but in this picture to the left, I have Andrew in the Baby Bjorn and my boot is on and I’m pretty sure my dad was holding my crutches.)
I made it through that time. The boot from my broken ankle came off. Summer arrived. My husband’s job load was lightening. The pool opened up. And those familiar faces around town were starting to become “friends”. They say “time flies when you are having fun”. The past two years since that moment have flown. We have made some of the best friends a family could ask for. Our family discovered a great preschool for our oldest son. Parks, libraries, and friends’ houses kept us busy and content daily. I met Courtney and found one of the greatest friends one could meet. Life was good, truly and honestly.
And come late winter, my husband was offered an amazing job opportunity that one could really not pass up. But it also meant good-bye to New Jersey and hello to DC. So the past few months we have survived one treacherous house sale (seriously I am surprised my hair didn’t turn gray at the age of thirty!), a new job that my husband actually started yesterday, finding a rental house in the DC area, packing and moving our entire family…and having our first baby girl…also with two kids, four and under. As we speak, actually, I am sitting at my mom’s house for the next few weeks living out of bags in North Carolina before our official move in day on July 1st while my husband is kicking in back hotel-style starting his new job! We loaded up less than two weeks ago and said good-bye to the beloved town and friends that has been such a wonderful home to our little family.
So here we are again. We are about to settle into a new house, new neighborhood, new town, new school, new parks, new surroundings. Am I nervous? Yes. Do I worry about managing three kids away from everyone we know, family and friends? Yes. Am I concerned about making new friends, finding new places to be, and finding my way to the grocery store? Of course.
But I am finally starting to learn, now with our fifth move in eight years, that life isn’t all about where you are. It’s what you make of it. So with our move officially half over, I am choosing to be happy. Keep seizing the opportunities that life has given us. Be thankful for the family and amazing friends that life has given us. Love my kids and husband with as much as my heart can give. And most importantly, keep smiling through it all.