…that I’m a terrible blogger. No that’s not really what I was going to say although it is true. I follow many other blogs and they are all perfectly capable of entertaining with clever posts avoiding spilling anything they shouldn’t. I’ve tried many times over the last couple of months to get on here and ramble about New Years (we had an awesome party) or our Memphis “blizzard” (6″ of snow shuts the city down) or airport madness (power outage in Charlotte for 2 hours) or my recent ski trip (in my defense I just got back Thursday) but all I wanted to do was type:
WE’RE MOVING AGAIN!!
But I wasn’t allowed to because nothing was official. We’ve learned our lesson that it’s best to just not say anything when there’s a pending move because chances are something will go wrong and it will fall through. It’s like Murphy’s law for us that if we tell anyone other than our closest family and intimate prayer chain that it will fall apart. More than likely those opportunities were not in God’s plan for us and their falling through was completely unrelated to our lack of discretion. But in my own weird mind, that’s the way I looked at it. Maybe that’s why I wanted to tell you so badly…because it would fall through? Oh but not really. It’s not such a bad thing, just very bitter sweet.
See we’re moving back to Canton, OH. That means better job for Dave on days (WOOHOO!!) and closer to family. All very good considering we’d like to expand ours in the next couple of years and a husband working nights doesn’t make that easy 
But it means leaving our Memphis family.
This was the hardest decision to move we’ve made yet. Every other move it’s been “time” as in we’ve known we were ready for a change and the next step was always clear. This one while we knew it was the responsible “time,” (career, location, etc) it’s not the easiest to leave the wonderful friends we’ve made here. That and Memphis is awesome in general so it’s hard to leave. Between that and the horrible housing market this move, for me anyway, is a leap of faith. Without going into the boring details and drama of it all, our company is as always doing what they can to help but the economy has taken it’s toll and relocation programs are no exception. This means that Dave and I could potentially live apart for 6 months this time. Basically every day before the 180th day that the house sits on the market is another nail that I chew off (oh wait I quit biting my nails) and more time away from my hubby. He’ll be able to come home every few weeks and I’ll still have my monthly trip up to our main offices so it’s really not going to be so bad but it sure sounds like a long time!
So now that it’s official I can stop holding my breath, Dave can stop clenching his jaw in his sleep and we can get caught up around here. I’m going to work on getting pictures posted, the site hopefully reformatted along with keeping you informed of the move. Let me just tell you that relocation has it’s ugly moments and I’ll try to share all of the juicy details…which at one point or another usually includes my wanting to throw telephones out the window, fly to the relo company’s undisclosed headquarters and have a throw an in person hissy fit to my agent, or the temptation of getting in my car and following my lost mattress to Utah. Ah it should be a fun few months. Say a prayer that we keep our sanity and that the house sells quickly.
Until next time,
