It's Official

After 5 or 6 trips (I've lost count) last week alone to the West Valley we finally decided upon a rental house and placed our money where our mouth is by placing a deposit. No turning back. We are moving. Packing commences, temporary chaos ensues. Sigh.

3 weeks to pack up our life and move it across town. Sigh.

Our children were amazing as we dragged them all over town, turning their nice and predictable nap schedule on it's head as they endured hours each day strapped in their car seats. Mommy guilt was heavy as my poor babes protested each time we buckled them in, each time they fell asleep for a few minutes at a time, their poor necks in all manner of contortion, bobbing up and down, swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the road. Or the absence of naps leading to frustrated, overtired babies. But they survived, as did we. I am so glad we are done with that.

We took one final look at the house and then drove to the property management company to put our deposit in the weekend drop box. We looked at each other, reaffirmed aloud that this was what we wanted to do and I slipped the envelope into the slot. No backing out now.

We were silent as we traveled home, each lost in our thoughts. This was big. I told Phil that this was like the first slap in the face of what will be a progressive string of "slaps", each stinging more than the last.

Finding a rental. Placing a deposit. Signing a lease. Packing. Moving from our home of almost 6 years. Phil quitting his job, absence of income. Medical school. Slap, slap, SLAP!

Now, time to get to work.