We've come to the part of our program where house hunting is in full swing, dinners are comprised of random ingredients we have on hand, and final trips to our favorite restaurants are being made. Yep, it's moving month!
This is our fourth move in under three years, so it's nothing we aren't used to by now. There's something that feels different about this one, though. I can't put my finger on it, but Parker and I have both been a little more on edge about this move. Moving from Texas to Pensacola was nerve-racking since it was our first move with the Navy, but it didn't really stress us out too much. Maybe it was a time zone thing. We were still in the central time zone, and we were a day drive from home. The moves to Kingsville and Corpus were nothing because they were basically like moving home. Telling two Texans to go back to Texas is like telling Jenny to go chase bunny rabbits. You didn't have to tell us twice on that one! For the first time in my life, I am changing time zones. The central time zone has always seemed so neutral. It's the Switzerland of time zones, really. You are always within 2 hours of anyone in the U.S., and it's the perfect compromise between the Pacific and the East cost.
Something about the move to Virginia just feels different. I wouldn't say I am stressed, but I'm definitely antsy. We are heading into the transitional period of switching our lives from one location to another. I've said before that Parker and I don't mind moving. In fact, we kind of like it. Moving is fun, but transferring our entire lives involves a lot. I am so thankful to the Navy for loading all of our stuff into a truck and driving it to Virginia, and I am so thankful to have friends in Virginia who have helped us with the house hunting process (shout out to Cayte over at Blogging with the Browns for being one of these wonderful helpers!). Still though, there is something about this move that leaves me dancing anxiously in my seat as I wait for this to unfold.
As with everything else, we are trusting God will find the perfect house for us in the perfect neighborhood. We are trusting He will get us to our new home safely. We are trusting He has big plans for us in our new state!
So here's to the next three weeks. They will consist of packing, driving, coordinating, driving, over-planning, and driving. Did I mention there would be a lot of driving? Texas and Virginia are not neighbors, let me tell ya. Life is happening, and we are along for the ride.