Whoa.

Resurrecting the ole blog.
Moving day is 14 days away. That literally makes my stomach turn as I type it. The rental house in Texas is arranged, thanks to Nana and Barbara. I 'maybe' have a lead on a job, but the retirement cashout from Multicare will cover us for a few months so that's OK. Uhaul is arranged, Shawn is packing up our house. We've made arrangements with the rental people to rent our house out. Schools have been notified, on both ends. I feel like I'm forgetting everything.

Problem number one. I don't want to move to Texas. It is at the far end of the spectrum of everything I want in a location- hot, dry, landlocked, conservative, car-reliant (50th largest city in the US and they don't have a city transit system! Or bike lanes!) I wanted to move to Tacoma. But life has a funny way of reminding me that I gave up the right to be selfish when I decided to have kids. Not that I'm not selfish all the time- this time I just have to suck it up and this is really the best move for the kids right now. Molly's going to have many challenges the next few years, and Shawn is going to go back to work, and we just plain need family around. Too bad mine settled in the concrete wasteland.

I think I need to go do a few things before we leave. I can't believe we've been here 15 years and I haven't made it to Sol Duc. I'm sure it's closed for the winter..I want to go up Hurricane Ridge once more, go to Lake Crescent, to Second Beach. I want to stop crying.