29 years, 7 months

I am a week and a half late on this post. I started it last week and finally have gotten around to finishing it. I have had every emotion go through my body about leaving the house, but mostly KEEP YOUR SHIT TOGETHER.

We have been gone from it for about two weeks and we are in a groove here in my dad's basement. It came pretty naturally actually. It is nice and cozy here in the basement and most importantly the kids (and the dog) are adjusting quite nicely. 

So are Chris and I. The further commute for Chris isn't so bad, minus the gas. Oh, the bloody cost of gasoline! And it is only a fifteen minute commute! I don't know how those long commuters do it. I am actually doing well. I finally let it out and cried all the way from the old house to here. Millie, bless her heart let me and didn't say a peep the whole way. My puffy eyes are subsiding more and more every day. I am fine as long as I block out the thought of someone else cooking in my kitchen and driving down my street. I kid, I kid. Sort of. I do miss our neighbors though....lots.

Which leads me to Jack and all of the new friends he has made so quickly (yay!). Well, two friends. They are just the right dose of junkyard dog for Jack. He wants to be with them at all times. Yet another part of this whole change, I feel like he is growing and changing too. It is a lot for this old mama to handle at times. 

I do feel better than I have in a couple months, which is good too. It is never fun being in a funk. Even if it is a legitimate one. It is rare for me and never lasts long, so it is nice to have that doozy done and gone with. I almost had to break out the always uplifting The Last Lecture, by Randy Pausch. Maybe I should anyways.

We break ground in a couple weeks and J-Jack starts school. Lots of fun upcoming posts for this family. Mopey time is over, let this new chapter begin!