Letting a cat out of the bag

While this may come as a shock to many of you (not!) Blaine and I have not been thrilled with what our corner of the world has to offer. We've been here for nearly four years, and for most of that have been looking to move elsewhere. Now, with a deadline and decision to move out of our house, we've decided to take a leap of faith - again. We're packing up, leaving this home that's never felt like home and heading down the road... this time to Missouri. Any minute now, having typed Missouri dozens of times at this point, I'll stop typing Mossouri. Or I'll just stick with MO and be done with it all. Seriously.

While much thought and prayer has gone into this decision, we have remained pretty quiet on the whole thing because we didn't know what we were doing. Guess what?! We still don't know what we're doing. We are renting a Penske truck on August 24, packing up and heading to Springfield, MO (see, that is so much better!). We've been looking at rentals, have friends in Springfield that have been kind enough to check them out for us, and Blaine has resumes in at many places there. So far, no job, but he gave his notice at work yesterday - we're committed now! There are a few options for churches we are familiar with - and did we mention built-in friends?! After having hopes for Oklahoma and having different things not turn out as we'd hoped, this was unexpected - and we're both so very excited. The kids are beyond excited - although some of Liberty's excitement was dampened when she realized she'd still be sharing a room. Space of her own is something she longs for. Good luck on that one, baby girl.

So there you have it. This is all feeling rather familiar... because it is! I said never again - and shouldn't have. Almost four years ago, to be exact, we did this very same thing. We're high on hope that Missouri (first try! I'm getting better at it. :)) will be friendlier, Blaine's voting for warmer as well, and we've already found that land is much more reasonable as far as our desire to be homeowner's once again. Looking at the bright side, having rented for our time in PA, we once again qualify for the first time homebuyer benefits!

Crazy? Perhaps. Being married to Mr. Visionary* is never dull, but I wouldn't change a thing. Packing and moving 8 times in 6.75 years keeps the clutter down, at the very least!


*While I don't appreciate all of her viewpoints, her account of the three types of men and specifically, mine in Mr. Visionary, is uncanny and insightful.