We are home.
It’s strange, but as we crossed the Tennessee-Virginia border, all the heaviness that has pressed on my heart for the past year lifted. And when I felt Bug’s hand in mine, I turned toward him and smiled. Really smiled.
I’m so ready for this.
Yesterday, we loaded up the car, took one last look around, wiped away tears, and left San Francisco. I had to bite my lip to keep my sobs locked in – I didn’t want the boys to see how upset I was. All week, I’d been selling them on the adventure and how wonderful everything will be for us in Virginia. I didn’t want them to know that I’m scared and nervous, and that there are times when I doubt this whole crazy decision.
But no matter how unsure I am, I’m even more convinced this is the right thing for our family, if that makes sense. Bug has been re-energized by a job that is already challenging him in a good way. He has a spring in his step and is just generally excited again. Pudge is actually – and this shocked me – looking forward to going to traditional school. In fact, he was supposed to stay in San Francisco for another six weeks with his grandparents, but decided at the last minute to come with us. The Fox will fly out and meet us on Sunday night, but he’s looking forward to decorating the new house for Halloween and having kids trick-or-treat at our house (In twelve years, we’ve never had a trick-or-treater in San Francisco!). And The Colonel, well, he doesn’t care as long as there are cookies, a bed, and his family on the other end.
We’re taking the southern route to Virginia and so far, it hasn’t been very scenic. I’d wanted to get a picture of the “Welcome to Arizona” sign, but we rolled past at 9pm and there was no where to stop.
Today, we’re driving to Albuquerque, New Mexico. After yesterday’s ten hour drive, the seven hours should fly by…