Game Plan

Adventure = Needing to put on my super woman panties

Can I get a wha-what???!! Our family is putting into motion this very quote. We have a plan. Move before our house sells. We'll move into an apartment in Colorado for a couple months while we look for the perfect neighborhood for our family. Goal is to be out of here at the end of July. Oh house, feel free to sell in the mean time but you aren't holding us back from following our dreams thank.you.very.much.

Wow and Enough Said

Desperate Times Call for

Desperate or bold measures. Depends on who you ask. Actually, I don't ask. People just volunteer the crazy notion of up and leaving even though our house hasn't sold. Could we do that? Yes. Easily. The question is -is that bold or stupid? Wise or desperate? Certainly would be taking our dreams by the horns, wrestling them to the ground and making them my... you get the idea.
I don't think I can stand sitting in our church much longer. It's agonizingly boring, too big and just not the right place for us. But to buy ourselves out of our house and just leave? Seems too insane right? Two of the homes that our pending in our neighborhood have been on the market for over 200 days. That's more than 6 months! We are creeping up on three months or maybe we've hit it. Not sure. Or do we just do life here until our house sells? My husband says, "it sure would be nice to be out there for fall camping!" I want to be out there NOW.

Hopeful in the midst of hopeless

Mars v. Venus

My husband's sister is married to a guy who works for the government and has lived all over the world and when she found out we were trying to move to Colorado she was very excited because she says that's one place she'd love to move back to someday. Today she sent us a huge email with a list of all the wonderful places to go and things to do that she remembers from her childhood as well as an adult of what to do in Colorado. As I'm reading her list tears are coming to my eyes. It's like my emotions just know that my heart wants to be there. I really hope it happens. We had our first real bite on our house this weekend. So much so that they came back the next day with their mother and then nothing. Turns out its between our house and another in the neighborhood which is almost 100 grand more than ours. Should be a no brainer right? But my pessimistic self says "ain't gonna happen" and my husband's self laid in bed all night thinking of everything he's nervous about regarding moving. What a difference huh?!

Hopes Death Bed

I don't think I can continue to follow all the Colorado things that I do on instagram. The beauty is starting to kill me. It's painful.  I have lost hope that we will be able to make Colorado our home. The adventure I pictured and hoped for gets farther and farther away from my consciousness every day. It's closing in on the time to figure out how to assimilate back into a place we don't want to be, surrounded by people we don't want to be around. How do we be excited for life when it's not where we want to be? How do we make the best of where we are? It's really sad to see hope die. We are on hopes death bed.

Why does this almost fact make me cry? Why can't I get my face to smile? Why isn't Colorado where we get to be? What does God know that makes that move not the right one for my family? How do I tell me face to mask the sadness in my heart? Most certainly if this move doesn't happen there will be no reason to continue with this blog. My family needs something to look forward to. Something that makes us come alive. My husband needs to step back from his job. We need this. 

Paradise

Seriously? Seriously?! While we are driving home from the beach and stuck in 30 miles of bumper to bumper traffic at 3pm on a Thursday our friends in Colorado send us this. They win.

*Update - dropped our price big time. Farthest we can. Now we wait.