It’s a Monday night in mid-May. The boys are sleeping, pup is outside, kitty is asleep on my bed, and hubby and I are watching the Celtics playing in the playoffs. I’m half-watching as I write – I have a story in my head, a story I need to tell – and the words have been flowing nicely.

We’re still in-between – no definite timing for our move, yet we know it’s happening. We’re working on paring down our stuff. We need to get rid of the baby toys, as the kiddos are six-and-a-half and three, and we have no need for them. I need to sort through my books and set aside those I don’t plan to read or re-read, and truly, I need to get rid of more than I typically would. When it comes to books, I tend to hoard more than I read, because I feel like I will get to them eventually. while I know I probably won’t, I still feel the need to keep them all – and I need to change that.

Let me know if you want to go through my books before I bring them to Goodwill or the like – I know I’ve already had a conversation with a couple people about the books I have and the plan to get rid of them. I think that will be the most difficult piece of going through all of our stuff – getting rid of books. I’ve always used books as an escape, both when I was really young and in school, and then later before I met my husband. I was painfully awkward for quite a while, and didn’t quite know how to deal with it. I used books as my escape. I’m sure I’m not the only one.

Hubs and I are trying to narrow down an area to look for houses, and it’s tricky being here in NH when we know that we are looking in IL. I can’t see neighborhoods. I can’t see what the area is like at 9pm. I can’t see how busy it is at 2pm on a Saturday, when the boys would love to be outside riding their bikes. We’re going to head out there to see what we need to look out for as far as areas go, and while it’s not an ideal situation – house shopping from over 1000 miles away isn’t ideal in any situation – it’s what are doing.

I’m excited, yet apprehensive, for our move. Luckily we have some people out there we’re friends with, and I’ve met another friend through my CPST groups that is local. Of course, I’ll miss our friends and family here, but thankfully, it’s a quick, inexpensive flight to Chicago from Manchester.

We’re incredibly lucky to have some great support. It’s a big change. It’s a lot of work, and a lot to do in a short amount of time. I’m thankful for the down-time I’m able to take, to decompress and get some words on paper (electronically or not), and for the boys to be able to play with their many cousins whenever we have the opportunity. Things are changing, yes. Sometimes, change is good.

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Journey on…

They say life is a journey, right?

Other than a brief stay in Le Mans, France fifteen years ago (how has it been 15 years already??), I’ve always lived in New England, never straying too far from my hometown. Life has taken us from NH to Maine and back again. We have been in NH for almost 4 years now, and have seen our share of changes: our second son was born in May 2015, we have a dog, and now a new cat. We bought a house in fall of 2015, and have settled in an area close to my family. I work nearby, and the boys go to school close – the oldest is six and in first grade, and the youngest in almost three and in daycare. It’s a busy life, with a lot going on: Tae Kwon Do and Cub Scouts for the big kid, with multiple other events tossed around.

We visited the Chicago suburbs in mid-January, bringing the boys on their first flight. They absolutely loved the airplane and being able to “take to the skies,” as the wee one crooned for the majority of the two and a half hour journey. They were incredibly well-behaved for the entirety of the flight, through the airports (both here at home and in Chicago), and on our way to the hotel. It was a very early morning flight, and I was astonished at the high level of good behavior they exhibited. They tolerated the long drives well, and we were able to check out the Cabela’s and Bass Pro Shops in the area. There’s a lot to do in the surrounding areas, even without venturing into Chicago itself.

The journey has recently brought us in a new direction. Husband o’ mine has earned a promotion and will be starting a new position at the US office of his current company – in Aurora, Illinois. This means that we’ll be moving at some point over the next year, settling in the Chicago suburbs. It’s a huge change. I am excited for the new adventure. It’s funny, because though we have talked about it quite a bit over the past few years, it’s actually becoming a reality.

We don’t have a timeline yet, just a vague at some point soonish. There are a lot of moving parts, and we have a lot to consider. But I’m looking forward to our next adventure.

And don’t worry, NH, we’ll be back to visit.