There’s No Place Like…

It took the whole truck!

It took the whole truck!

A lot has happened since my first (OK only) post.   We have officially moved!  We are indeed Living  in Louisiana!

So here is the recap of the past few months:

HOME.  We decided not to purchase a home this go round. The Boy’s new job will be a litany of early mornings and late evenings and even a FEW (hopefully only a few) weekends, so we needed a home conveniently located near his workplace, which limited our options considerably.  Moreover,  along with home ownership, comes responsibility.  Home maintenance and lawn maintenance…it’s a jungle here ya’ll…who’s going to have time for that?  The Boy?  Hardly.  So when a newly constructed home with lawn service in a kid-friendly community became available for lease within miles of the Boy’s work, our decision was easy.  (OK, it was easy-ish.)  We would be losing almost a thousand square feet and the school district…well let’s just say that it wasn’t exactly what we were accustomed to having.

Which leads us to decision number two.  SCHOOLS .   We decided after much research regarding our options that we would home school.  (HOME SCHOOL?!?  WHAT?!?)  Days and nights of researching curriculums, programs, and methods of education ensued. It was exhausting and revelatory.  We didn’t realize how many choices had to be made or how many opportunities existed.  Yet after much contemplation and a tad bit of flip-flopping we decided to use an umbrella program–one offering the oversight of a teacher/mentor, transcripts and report cards–with a classical curriculum.  Upon the recommendation of a friend and a very lengthy conversation with a knowledgeable representative who patiently answered all of my questions and addressed all of my concerns (well…those I could think of that day), we decided to enroll the children in the St. Thomas Aquinas Academy.

Preparing for the MOVE.  No matter how many times we’ve moved, each time is like our first time.  Despite our meticulous application of lessons we have learned from previous moves, something new always blindsides us and leaves us shaking our collective heads and wondering why we even bothered preparing.  Of course, despite it all, whether it be our worry and stress or the sound of breaking glass in the kitchen as our dishes are being packed, we all make it safely and virtually soundly to our next destination…all of us sans a few dishes, or all of our mirrors, or an antique globe reduced to pick-up-sticks!  This move was no different.  We down-sized furnishings, cleaned out our pantry, and donated clothes and toys and everything else we thought we could live with out.    We arranged early for transportation.  We signed the lease on our new house so we could move “door-to-door”.  Yep, we were prepared.  And then we spent four days trapped in a hotel room waiting on our furniture which was unexpectedly delayed because we misunderstood the meaning of the term “door-to-door”!

Saying GOODBYE.  This is the hardest part.  It never gets any easier.   Indeed, it seems to get harder.  Although, FaceBook and telephones and emails keep us connected, the loss of daily interaction with great friends that we’ve bonded with is a tough blow.  I feel this for me.  My children feel it too.  We all had our tearful moments as we let go of our old roles and disengaged from our old community (Well…maybe not the Boy…’cause he’s a boy.)   It was sad driving down our street for the LAST time.  SIGH.

That’s about it in a nutshell.  Two months condensed to a few hundred words.   And now, the boxes await, so I have to sign off.

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