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No Small Potatoes...

Sometimes life happens all at once.  In fact most of the time it happens this way.  My husband and I think it's best (apparently) to not just have a baby- have I mentioned I'll be doing that soon?- but to also alter our life completely by MOVING it all to...

IDAHO.

Yup, I'm moving to Idaho. We bought a house, today starts my last full week of work,  and just about everything in life is changing.

Let me tell you, moving away from the state you've spent all your life in...is no small potatoes. Aside from only having lived in two cities thus far *Azusa and San Diego, moving out of California is pretty significant.  I'm not going to hate on this beautiful state, but I will say it is clear that the next chapter for us and our family is meant to be outside of this place.
*Okay I usually claim to be from Covina, (Glendora if I'm feeling fancy & San Dimas if "Raging Waters" is someone's only point of reference) but the reality is living on Citrus Ave means I'm from Azusa.  So there.

The easiest part of moving to focus on and even write about, for me, is the logistical piece. I could probably dedicate a daily post to the minutia! The first one might be on how annoying selling your car is, and maybe the second about fitting in all the dental and optometrist appointments you can before leaving your comprehensive and familiar health insurance.  Who's to say? The purpose of this post however- NOT logistical.  Emotional.

Unfortunately (or conveniently?) I can't be too emotional since I'm writing it from my office and don't care to have coworkers catch me crying...again.

It's hard for me to tell people things they don't want to hear.  I find it hard to tell them things they don't LOVE hearing (an even deeper level of wanting to please). Obviously moving away is not personal- except maybe to my current stoop-smokin' neighbor. Gross. But somehow it feels like telling people we're leaving is the equivalent of offending their mother or kicking their dog. The 20 year old inside me is used to doing things that people really like, and approve of.  I don't think I ever went as far as making decisions based on hopes of that approval, but you better believe when I got it I LIKED it. I've grown accustomed to how warm and fuzzy it feels to know everyone gets what you're doing and thinks it's A-OK!. Thinking and acting outside the (approved and standard) box- that gets tough.

It's safe to say the things worth doing, are hard to do.  In this case, more uncomfortable than difficult. What I feel beyond happy about: I have a great partner to make these things happen with, a baby on the way that will have a big home and full-time mom to join,
and all of YOU to support us on our new adventure...and host when you find yourself in the Pacific Northwest. Stay tuned for more on our road to becoming Idahoans...




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