On a dime

After moving 4 kids, two tired adults, one cat and the whole of our lives from coast to coast we finally are getting settled.  It has been almost 3 months.  The kids are in school and adjusting.  We have found a church home.  The day to day that happens seems to be taking shape.  I had resolved to do more to be involved in the  kids school and to find a bible study.  I have found a grocery store that is good enough and has good sales and great gas program.  But it is all just so.  Not great.  Not. good.  Just so.  Existing, doing time.  So unsettled emotionally.  I hate it.  There.  I said it.   I hate it here.  I would have never said anything except that my husband outed me yesterday!  He came home early to find that the house was immaculate, dishes done, laundry done, dinner in the crock pot, desert made, and me on the sofa finishing yet another book I  had only started a few days before.  All of that would have been a dream if not for the fact that the me he was used to would have been at the kid's school, or bible study or with friends, the house would be clean but "lived in", dishes would not be done, I had 3 books I was "reading" and I would have no idea what was for dinner.  Other words I would have been living.  He sat down and said "You hate it here don't you?"   Like a weight lifted. 
What do  I say?  I want to lie and tell him that I just haven't gotten settled.  I haven't found my niche.  But looking into his eyes I crumble and confess that yes this town is pretty much the armpit of the state.  I have no friends, I am bored out of my mind and I hate not telling you anything because I want to be supportive.  He says well I got another offer...in Texas.  What do you think?
Aghhhhhh I want to scream.  Yay I have friends and family there!  The job was a promotion, pay increase, better location...etc...but but the kids are just getting settled...I'm OK...what is God trying to do with our life???

Holy Cow!!

I want to blog about transitioning from being a Californian native to being a Georgian transplant but the truth is is that there is no transition. It is just PLOP there you are (or whoop there it is if you are of that generation). There is no handbook to tell you where to shop, what the best school district is NOTHING. For a gal who likes to over plan this fly by the seat of your pants stuff is crap! Before I rant too long I will back up and cover the who what when where why kinda questions for ya.

I am 40 yrs of age married 15 years with 4 crazy kidddos. Born and raised in the Kern County area (Shafter-Bakersfield) my whole 40 years. Loved my town, kids school, church home, friends family. You name it my life was pretty blessed. I went to book club, bible study and had coffee with my friends. Pretty sweet if you ask me.

My dh came up with a job opportunity in Savannah Ga. So the talk begain. In the end following my dh and trusting God won out over my subborness and selfishness. My dh flew to Ga to find us a house and I packed up and got rid of the last 15 years of junk and memories. He came home, we loaded the uhaul and headed east. Eastword HO!! More to follow...