Some blabbing, reminiscing, whinning, and honesty

Today we woke up, did our morning routine. Breakfast, clean up kitchen, pick up house, get kids dressed and ready for the day. Got myself half-way ready. Made beds in case anyone wanted to see the house (potential renters). We went to the nearby Elementary school to watch Chris play basketball with some of the guys from church, and to let the kids play. We got there, Chris was already done playing. He sprained his ankle. J.O.Y. On the day I decided I was emotionally ready to start getting things ready to move, do house repairs, etc. Oh well, instead we spent the day outside with neighbors doing absolutely nothing, just enjoying life in the warm, almost hot, weather. Still haven't packed one box. (We're gone in 11 days.) In the middle of the day, we showed our house to some interested renters. (Everytime I show the house I realize how much I love everything. I want to sing it from the balcony... but that would be weird.  And maybe I love our house and community more than anyone else ever could.  ?  ) At 5:50 I began rushing around, getting ready for the BBQ with the neighbors. It was at 6:00 and I still had to go to the grocery store, I was watching two other kids, Chris was helpless, and I needed to make a salad and brownies. At the grocery store I saw a friend from our ward, which I always love running into people at the store. Well, I got it all accomplished and out at the BBQ around 6:50. I BBQed our burgers, fed our kids, myself, and helpless injured husband. Wow, how did I do it? My heart was racing and I probably burned the amount of calories I ate at dinner before I ate it :) And I probably looked like a crazy woman! Honestly I couldn't really relax because I was pretty wound up, so I took the kids in to get ready for bed. But I love that we had something to do on our Saturday evening, especially with such fun people just out our back door. I then put Etta, our neighbor, to bed while Chris watched the kids in the bath. Then put our kids to bed. Came downstairs, turned on some easy going music, and shed some tears while I did the dishes. I could see, and hear some, of the neighbors with their windows open on this perfect evening. Since I found out we're moving, I've cried a little. I have taken my life for granted. I have everything right here in my bubble. We seriously have the best neighbors. Thats what I call them, because thats what they are, but they deserve a better title. Maybe... awesome friends that happen to live next to us. I'm never alone and my kids always have a kid, or dog, to play with. I feel like moving is like dying at this point. I feel like I'm going to be alone all day unless I get in the car and drive to someones house farther than 5 minutes away, do people really do that? JK. I'm such a whiner, I KNOW! Can I just love what I have here? Yes, and is it so wrong to not want to leave it? We have lived here for 2 1/2 years. I haven't always felt this way, but the longer we live here, the more this place is our family's home (Chris, me, Addysin, and Caiden). Last spring was the break through. We didn't have to move for sales so when the weather got warm and everyone came our of hibernation, we made some of the best friends here. I like living in a bubble. I was that way in high school too. Thats why I switched from a 2,400 student school to a 500 student. I like to feel nice and cozy. And I'm there. I always planned on living in Utah utill we didn't have anymore friends left because they all moved to outerspace or something.
I know this is just the next step in life. A time for us to grow in so many ways. I dont want to make the transition. I dont want to pack. Most of all, I dont want to say goodbye to our house, our friends, my routine. I hate goodbyes. Someone just wake me up in a month.
I'm sure I will love our new life. It will just take adjusting to. I hate adjusting.

Yes, you can call me Negative Nancy. Chris does :)

I'm just being honest!