We moved here, to High Level 5 years ago on October 21st. We said, five years. Five years and then we will go somewhere more.. permanent.
Like I mentioned in the last post, our trip west this summer made us... itchy. To get out. I have one (really, really great) friend here, and Chris doesn't really. There isn't alot to do, yada yada. Chris has been casually applying on jobs here and there over the last six months or so, with only one "close" Oh my God we could move Interview, which didn't pan out. We were pretty disappointed. Then.
So we come back from Holidays, and get back into our routines. The kids went back to school, I started sitting again for the same family, Chris goes back to work, I start another course. Sydney starts Dance (ballet and jazz). Chris comes home one day from work, and shows me a list of postings for his position, scattered throughout the Okanagan and Kooteney area. We laugh. We dream. He throws his resume in.
I'd likely bore you with the last few months of ups and downs, the Interview process, the hope, the dissapointment etc. But here we are... 5 years after our 5 year plan. Moving. Our house is sold and mostly packed. We leave in 1 week, 5 days. We have a rental house lined up, with room to store all our unpacked boxes until we find our new home. Help coming to for the long drive (20 or so hours) down. Things have been sold and given away, a small pile remains downstairs. Everything is in place, organized (well, in my head anyway) and ready to go.
The kids are half excited, half sad to leave their friends. I am really excited, and starting to get anxious to go, and really, really sad to leave my friend. And my house. I loved this house. Such great memories were made here. Chris, well, what can I say. This is a dream for us. Everything, down to the last detail since day 1 of this process has gone our way. We know that we are doing the right thing. We know what we have to look forward to. Thank God he didn't get the "close" one.
I could go on and on about how grateful I am, how lucky I feel. I truly, truly do. I am a big believer of everything happens for a reason. I am SO excited to start our new life. I am SO excited to be closer to family. I am SO excited. Can you tell?
Moving here was exciting. We were young and didn't know what to expect. I feel like we have grown so much these last 5 years, and I wouldn't change a thing. This is the way things were meant to be, they were meant to work out.
I've been thinking alot the last few days about how I am going to feel when we pull out of town. Will I cry so hard I'll have to pull over? How am I going to say goodbye to one of the best friends I've ever had? So long? See you soon? Stay tuned for more emotional incoherent ramblings...