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March 7, 2006
Houston, you're about to have a problem
I've been back and forth. Hither and yon. Over hill and down dale.
We have tickets to fly to Texas to pick a house out of the stack I've found online. Jamie will stay with my dad, the baby flys with us.
I'm honestly terrified of this. I usually know what I want and what to do and aside from hating to part with a penny, the decisions are easy.
This decision is based on our best guess. There's no security, no guarantee. And I know nothing is ever *really* guaranteed, but we literally have no idea what Rex will be doing for his company in 2 months, and that scares me to death. Maybe we should rent until we know more, but I'm not really sure there's any advantage to that, either, since our best guess includes the possibility of a new employer.
I wouldn't mind making a mistake so much if I weren't dragging two kids and three cats down with us. I hate to uproot Jamie now, and I sure as hell don't want to do it twice. I already dread pulling her away from her beloved Grandpa. I know people move all the time, and kids bounce back, but I want to settle somewhere and live where my memories are. I wish we could move into our old house and reintroduce myself to the memories of bringing Jamie home.
I;m gonna start crying again. It must be time for bed.
Posted by me at March 7, 2006 11:24 PM