We're moving to Utah. And it's weird. We're not planning on staying there necessarily, but we might be there for the school year. But maybe not. I mean can we really say we're planning much of anything? The country is in an uproar. Covid-19 has chewed us up and spit us out like millions of others and we have a few jobs we're in interviews with but everything is moving at the speed of molasses except the price of living in Seattle, so we're bailing. I feel incredibly blessed to have family willing to host us. My kids are thrilled to live with grandma and grandpa. It takes a huge stress off of Bill and me as we work to provide for our family. It feels really strange to me to be registering my kids for school in SLC. But this is life currently and while I feel sort of rudderless not knowing where we will actually end up, I've got something to hold onto in the short term in Utah, so that's what I'm doing.
I feel some relief that after close to a week of full days of work, my house is essentially packed. We have one tiny path through our living room and dining room, otherwise it is full to the brim with our stuff and the rest of my house is mostly empty. I just pre-registered for our U-Haul. We load it tomorrow. I will feel a lot more relief when everything is stowed in the truck and I can check off that my house is cleaned and we can move on.
I feel sad about leaving so many dear friends. It seems impossible that we've only been here 19 months based on the depths of friendship with so many amazing people. It will be hard to drive away in a couple days. And these friendships will continue, thank goodness, because I love too many people here not to keep in touch.
I'm hopeful that we will find a job for Bill that is good for our family. I thought we had found that here, and had planned to settle down for good here, but it looks like our life is taking a more meandering path. There are some options that excite me but also are a little scary. Life might not be quite as settled as I expected.
These last two shots are dark because it's still early and I haven't opened up the curtains, but my living room and dining room are totally full of our stuff. I might not open a lot of this stuff back up for many months. Feels a little strange to have it distilled into two rooms. Life feels a little strange though, so that fits. Onward and upward. I hope that as some of the stresses of this part of life diminish, I'll be excited for the new things to come. Sometimes you've got to do now before you can look to the future. So that's this week and I'm hopeful it just gets better and better.



















































