Move(s)

Move one is complete. Ok so it was complete almost three weeks ago. I've moved my fair share over the last 20 years. This was by far the most difficult. Reason being, this was the first time it was just me moving my house. I've always had a partner to help pack up and sort through "our" stuff and the kids stuff. This time it was me, and I would be moving into someone else's house. Meaning a good portion of my stuff needed to go. When you go through a divorce and you're the one to stay in the house, you find you get left with a lot of the unwanted garbage to now dispose of. Don't get me wrong, the cleaning out was so nice. However I am now in the interim house. We list Ricks next week. I also completely underestimated how many projects were still left in his house to get ready to sell. It's been overwhelming.
I was sad leading up to moving, day of though,I was just exhausted.

Seeing the house empty reminded my of the excitement, promises and potentials it brought the day I moved into it. I truly loved that house.
The first week being in my new neighborhood I felt homesick. I loved my old neighborhood and downtown living. I loved the people in the 'hood.
"Up" here (2.5 miles west to the foothills), felt out of touch. Granted it's only 2.5 miles, but I use to be within a (flat) mile radius from work, the grocery stores, both kids schools, the park, the library, and all the downtown restaurants. I loved walking or riding my bike to all these things. It certainly is not impossible now, just less convenient. People around have been less friendly, and far more picky. Even the garbage has to be in the receptacle a certain way, the 'hood people were just happy you threw it in the garbage!
For all the semi "hardships" there is far more positives. They lie not in the possessions or structures but in human relationships. I had forgot what it's like to live with the person you love, I forgot how nice it is to go to bed and have conversations with that person at night. I forgot how wonderful it is for my daughter to wake up and have breakfast with that person while I am at work. I forgot how nice it is to cook dinner and eat together every evening, to walk the dogs each night, for goodness sake to divide the household cleaning.
Three weeks in, I've got new runs and rides established (always finishing with a ridiculous hill I tell myself is for my own good). I enjoy the quiet, I'm meeting a few more neighbors, and I am living with and raising my daughter with the man I love. I'd call this a good transition.

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What!?

That's how I feel right now, pardon me while I take a long nap and ignore the fact that I need to pack up a 2800 square foot home and the 600 square feet above the garage. I've packed and moved before, but this is the first time I am the only adult moving the kids and me. Ugh.

It's all a little rough too considering I just came off the best bachelorette party ever. I'll post more on that later, but dang I am lucky. My girlfriends (including my sister) know me, they know what I love. I have never felt so special and loved. We ran a half marathon together (ok that in itself, 9 other woman ran 13.1 miles just for this occasion), we hung by the pool at our amazing house, sipped wine and watched Brides Maids. My very definition of the best girls weekend!

After you go through something like your husband having a LONG affair with a friend, you tighten your circle a bit (maybe more than a bit). Not cliches or exclusive, you just make sure you are surrounded by solid woman. Secure, loving, honest woman, that care about others and not just themselves. I have a lot of friend but this circle, these are the woman I would do anything for and know without a doubt they always have my back!

And to these special ladies that planned this shindig!

Serious mad props to my sister. This was her first half marathon, completed in 2:05. We likely would've been under to 2 hour mark, but we were so busy taking pictures before (well worth it), that we missed the line up for the race and started with the 3 hour group, so for almost two miles we were stuck in a very congested, warm and a bit slow pack!
Truly one of the most memorable and special weekends of my life. Life feels pretty spectacular right now!

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