As many of you know, my husband and I have been wanting to move our family for the last almost year. But with Covid, getting signed up for guard duty, and then missing the window for certain jobs, it got pushed and pushed...and pushed again. But, on the Sunday before my husband got a job in the place we've been trying to move to. By that Monday he put in his two weeks while I started packing up all of our things.
Moving to Alturas wasn't a decision we took lightly. We are two young adults, only two years married, and have two small children to think about. Moving to the unknown, leaving behind our families and the town that we both grew up in, where we've always called home. It wasn't easy...I mean, you all know how much we've been through during this process. But we're doing it...in less than a week now.
And that doesn't mean that we completely hated the place we grew up in. And it doesn't mean that everything is going to be super easy without all of that family help we have now. And that doesn't mean that my heart doesn't ache for my kids to no longer have just a 20-minute ride to grandma's anymore. And that also doesn't mean that we regret making the decision.
It just means that this move was thoroughly thought out, and it was one that we made with our hearts and minds. And we're glad that we've made the decision to pack up and move away from all that we had known because we need to.
Because moving is going to make us grow up even more. To rely more on ourselves, making us realize that we are way more capable of doing things on our own - even the really hard ones. To rely on each other. Giving us room to grow, separately and together, and now I hope that it was also given to our children.
And we're happy. Because we're going to make this new place our home. Loving the fresh new faces, the new scenery, and just perfect fit to our lives. And I wouldn't go back to change a single damn thing that bringing us there.
Choosing where to live and raise a family is a monumental decision. There’s fear, sometimes there is regret, uncertainty, and questioning. Occasionally, there’s longing for the people you love. But there's also planes, interstates, vacations, FaceTime, call phones, stanps, letter, packages, and landlines. But there's also new opportunities and support from new friends. There's long-awaited visits, both coming and going.
But I can testify, there is so much freedom in allowing yourself to face the unknown and to chase opportunity. And so much joy in finding the place to call home with your family. Because home is where you make it.