That was going to be my blog title for last week. That I was going to blog about the week before. I'm a little behind would you say?
August 4th the kids started back at school.
August 5th we found out we are moving to Dallas. We've known a change was happening for quite a while, but it seems like for the last 6 months or so we've been in limbo, wondering where and when. At least we know where now. Sort of. Cause Dallas is like, huge. And we kind of know when, at least Tyler starts his new job as a team manager September 29. But really when, we don't know. When will we list our house, when will we go house-hunting, when will we actually leave? No clue. I'm excited. I'm sad. I'm nervous.
Considering I grew up in Texas, and loved it, I have felt awfully hesitant to move back. I was really hoping to make our way back north to the Midwest because I love it there. I love seasons and black soil and basements. And Autumn. And boots and scarves. And kids making snow angels. Wyatt doesn't even know what snow is. Not even a snow plow.
Sometimes it is so stifling hot and humid here I can't even imagine moving to a place hotter and for longer. It's endless summer, but not in a good Beach Boys kind of way. More like melting into the pavement.
I'm not sad about leaving Memphis. My friend Lisa says the Mississippi Delta is the devil's armpit. Memphis is closer than I ever want to be to that. I love our house here, but that's about it. Sadly I haven't connected with too many people here outside of my bff Elizabeth (who moved) and my friend Lisa who I only really "friended" like 2 weeks ago.
But in good news, we've been working on our house (in earnest) since May and things are really shaping up around here. I have enjoyed seeing things finally fixed up, or improved even though we will most likely move to a fixer-upper and start all over again. I'll have to post pictures of what we've done.
Then August 6th was Elle's 10th birthday. I'm afraid in light of all the significant life changes, her birthday was rather lame. I didn't get out any banners since we have been keeping clutter to a minimum, she didn't want any presents (only cash) and she only wanted to eat at Arby's. But we did have homemade Oreo ice cream cake and the sister missionaries were our party guests.
August 10 Amelia turned 6 months (!). I have yet to take any photos of that chunk of sweetness who has given up on sleeping. Grrrrr.