But this move is different. We aren't moving because we found a nicer house or have a job transfer to another city. We are moving because of the crime in our area. After our home being broken into several (I think 7) times, our cars being broken into, even having the plants on our front porch stolen, we are leaving. As you can imagine, this has been an emotional roller coaster for me. I can't tell you the number of people who have told us for years to get out. We kept thinking it was going to get better. We wanted to believe that it would. We love our house. We love our neighbors. We felt we would be betraying them to leave. About a year ago we knew we were going to have to look at moving. We hoped the economy would rebound and our house value would come back up. It hasn't in our area.
A couple of weeks ago at church I went to the altar to pray for peace, for guidance, for strength. My conclusion of that prayer was just, 'Lord, whatever we have to do, wherever we need to go, when I get up from here I need you to help me be ok with it.' The next day we made the tough decision to move, and have set a deadline for ourselves of before school starts in the fall. Since we haven't been able to find anything we feel comfortable with that we can afford, we are moving into our RV. Yep, hubby, me, and our college kid, in an RV. Can anyone say 'family bonding'? lol
I've been journaling some of the emotions and realizations I've had since we made this decision. (More on that later.) We will be renting a storage building so I'm not having to let go of everything I own. But I'm choosing to embrace the opportunity to make some adjustments in my lifestyle. One of these is as I'm getting ready to pack up my home, I'm asking myself this question:
|Just keep smiling! Newest precious granddaughter.|
Keeping this sweet face in front of me makes everything happier!