Changes

I HATE CHANGE! Sometimes though, it is for the best. I have lived in my house for nearly 5 years now. I've accumulated much stuff, I hate the upkeep on the outside, detest the fact that there is no air conditioning, and my most favorite thing in the world to do, swim, is not easily accessible here. Yet, because I also hate to pack up and move, like most people, and because my ex-coworker owns the house, I stayed here. Then we brought the baby home and I fixed up her room, the first baby among my brothers and I to actually have a nursery to come home to. I've planted trees and shrubs here, I've literally and figuratively put down roots here in this house. Now I've got to move, I know that this move is better financially for our family, and there is also a belief that being able to sprawl out so in our house has allowed us to become less cohesive than we once were. The activities that are easily available where we are moving to hopefully will bring us back together. It may come at a bad time, Sydney has reached puberty, the hormones fly around abundantly, but for the summer at least, we will have a place for them to be released. I'm scared that we aren't doing the right thing, we've decided to move our little family into a two bedroom apartment, but I know families larger than ours that were raised in tiny two bedroom houses and are perhaps, all the closer for it. So here we go, with God as our captain, off on another adventure. Now, I could see more clearly the possibility this holds, if I could keep the tears from clouding my vision.