Virginia Virginia

It's becoming real.  The moving thing.  You know how when you keep something to yourself for a while, it's not really real.  Because you can choose not to think about it and you can choose not to talk about it.  And then when you tell it, everyone can approach you about it, even if you don't want to talk about it or think about it.  Kind of like when you are barely pregnant.  You put on the non-sick facade. And try not think about it. And then you tell people, it becomes real. And that's all they ever talk to you about. Well that's how moving is as so as you tell people. That's all you ever talk about. Gone are the days of idle chit chat.  But it's worse then telling people your pregnant. Because instead of being good happy news like being pregnant, its bad news. And I hate being the barer or bad news. I hate to see the tears start to well up in my friend's eyes, the confusion on their face.  And everyone wants to know why and when and how.  

So the word is out and all church events are spent in talking to people about the move.  And it's happening fast. October.  We have to be in Utah by October 15th.   

And we are so excited to be there for all these weddings!!! Wedding season it is!  Yay. We couldn't be more thrilled.  I'm going to love it.  And I so wish I could say that I'll have a big house for everyone to stay in while we go to all these wonderful weddings. But I don't think I will.  We are going to rent for a while and look and look until we find the one we want. And we will probably rent a tiny house with no room for anyone else. 

Our bishop would really like it if we stayed. He offered us a reduced tithing rate, and told us we could name our own callings. Ha! Scott seriously considered the tithing deal. Haa Haa!

There are already several families lined up for dibs on our house.  Everyone knows what a great landlady we have. So I don't think Joan will have problems with renters.

 I think, although I'm not sure, I'd have to ask you mom. How long did we live in the house in Huson MT?  Because I've lived in this house since March of 09, about 71/2 years.  Is this the longest I've ever lived in one house? I'm pretty sure I started Kindergarten in the Huson house.  I don't remember getting on the bus anywhere else.  And then I finished my eighth grade year there. So 8-9 years? Anyway this could be the second longest I've lived anywhere.  The longest that I've had friends in one spot. My friends here are closer than any highschool friends, except maybe Kirsten. And I've had all my babies but Ethan in Virginia. And two of them I actually had in this house.

It's a harder move.  So many memories here. It's all my kids know. They are so sad. 

But it's time to know family better.  For my kids to have cousin memories, and grandma's house memories and all of that.