Whoa...looks like we're on the move again. We just received our 60-day notice from our landlord--they need our house for unforeseen circumstances for a family member. Very nice note, at least. Good tenants, great references, how very sorry, was hoping to catch you in person...
But now we see yet one more reason why renting sucks.
In some weird way, it feels ok. It will give us the push we need to make something happen...whether it's buying a house, moving East, something.
But right now it just feels gosh-darn inconvenient. As in, we hardly have time to do what we need to do each day for the next 2 months. Um, moving and packing and looking for a place weren't exactly factored in.
In case you didn't already know, we just moved back to our home in which both children were born after a year + in a yurt on a farm. We've been happily enjoying the luxury of mod-cons, even as we wince at our growing bellies and slumping computer posture.
And so, the ride begins again. We get more practice in trusting the flow of this life, knowing we can't control it all. Trying to make the right choices for our family. Enjoying the beauty and wonder of each day.