One Door Closes

We had chinese food at Sunday dinner two weeks ago, and Jack's fortune said, "When one door closes, another one opens."  So my mom and I were explaining to him what that means.  Honestly, it couldn't have been more timely.

This week, a door is closing.  After fifteen months in Vancouver, surrounded by friends & family, we are moving.  After four years of homeschooling, we are putting the boys in public school.  After five years in a tiny village with not so much as a grocery store, we're moving to a city with a hospital and movie theater.  After a year of living apart from Josh, we will now be living together.  

Things are changing.  

By the end of this month, another door will open.  We will be homeowners living in our very own house.  Our boys will be off to school for the very first time.  I will get to live with my little family in a city that will become our home.  And we will all be together.

I am so excited for all the new things... but I am also very sad for all that we are leaving behind.  My mom. My sister.  The boys' grandma and cousins... 

For the fall I am looking forward to family meals, a new routine and the chance to fix up our house.

 It's a big balancing act-- feeling those sad feelings and at the same time being able to look forward to our bright future.

I guess I'll just take it one emotion at a time.

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