If I know one thing in life to be true, it is that things will never happen as you plan.
For instance: Building your dream home, living in it for six months, then moving out of it.
We’re moving.
It’s still hard to believe!
My D got a new job. It’s with the same company, but he was offered the chance to be in a supervisory position. It’s a big step for him, and one that he really deserved. We could hardly say no.
His new position is in Kansas City, about an hour away from where we live right now, so that means a relocation. My job is in Topeka, and I want to keep it, so we are moving to Lawrence, Kansas to split the commute.
Of course this decision comes with a bag of mixed feelings. We chose our current spot very specifically; we are near both sets of our parents, we felt good about the school district, we’ve got land, and gosh darn it.. we bled, sweat, and cried over that house.
Yet in spite of all that, I find myself excited for the next step. Another thing I know to be true: God would not have asked us to make this change if he didn’t have better things in store.
The appraisals are complete, the realtor has been chosen, D has a start date.
These buffalo are roaming.
