I’ve moved far too many times in my life.
- From Hayward, CA to Red Bluff, CA (and then another move within Red Bluff).
- From Red Bluff to Azusa (far too many moves to count while I was in college!) – 525 miles.
- From Azusa to Glendora (and two moves within Glendora).
- From Glendora to Harrisburg, PA (five moves since I moved to Pennsylvania) – nearly 3,000 miles.
Each move has brought with it new adventures, new challenges, new surroundings. Most moves were welcomed, though some came from circumstances I could not control.
This move is different than all of the above.
This move means leaving the home we fixed up, the home where we became a family, the home from which Tori went to Heaven. So many memories in less than four years.
As of this morning, we owned this house for three years, eleven months, and eighteen days. 1,449 days. I haven’t lived anywhere this long since I left my parents’ house when I was eighteen.
And I think that’s partly why I have struggled with the idea of moving. I know it’s the plan, and I know it’s a great one because of the financial progress we will make. My heart hasn’t been communicating with my mind on this one.
But, it is finished. And I feel like this morning brought me closure.
Let the new adventure begin ❤️
Even So, Joy 
Bittersweet, I know. My history was much like yours, but started on the east coast and returned. I know leaving the house you knew with Tori is the worst of it. When we first lived in Pa, and then moved to the ‘burg I had never lived in one place more than a year or so. I stood in the driveway and cried. Give your heart a break on this one. God knows best how to heal you. If you feel like sharing, have you decided where to go? God bless.
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