I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.
I feel like the Little Engine that Could. I’m being pushed, pulled and dragged by steam and faith alone. Tonight is our last night at my parents’ house and I’m feeling so many mixed emotions. I’m excited to be beginning our new lives in Missouri and a little nervous to be starting over in an unknown town where we are really out there on our own. Yes, the hubs and I are adults but we’ve lived near my MIL for the last 15 years, if we needed a babysitter in a pinch, she was available. If we needed someone to run to the house to make sure the stove was turned off, we had friends. Now, we’re completely on our own. By ourselves. No MIL living exactly 3.1 miles from my front door. Our nearest relatives are 5½ hours away. Eep. I know we’ll eventually make friends and settle into a routine but for now, I’m just a wee bit nervous.
I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.
I’m also worried about my kids, will they fit in, will they be able to adjust quickly? They’ve lived in Pennsylvania all their lives, in fact, this is their first time out of state. Well, you know, except when the young one was in utero and the older three moved with us to Pennsylvania when they were 2 years old and 6 months old. And, ohmygosh, Miss 17 is starting college. So. Many. Changes. At once. My head is spinning…
I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.
We’ll be hitting the road tomorrow and then trying to settle into our new home over the next few days so I don’t know when I’ll have internet access again. I’ll also be trying to register 3 kids for school and settle one into the dorms, locate doctors, grocery stores, a vet, etc. If you’d like to keep up with our travels and share words of wisdom or just laugh at me, you can keep in touch with me via Twitter. Until I’m fully connected remember to do something good for yourself and each other…
Choo Choo
