Home Really is Where the Heart Is.
We've packed it up. Our house is under contract and we are now in Arizona ... staying with my parents (that's an interesting one at 42 years old) and looking for a new home. My mom has generously let me set up shop in her den. My computer and sewing machines are easily accessible as well as my shop goods.
The adventures are many... mostly in arranging schools for the girls. Arizona has open enrollment so we can put our kids in Scottsdale schools even though we are currently staying in Fountain Hills. It hasn't been as easy as I thought it would be, and one girl is still not registered. I'll have to do it on the first day of school because the offices are closed for Winter break. All said, if selling the house didn't kill me, then getting kids in school shouldn't either. Though I acted like the world had ended when I couldn't get one of the girls in school due to a red tape issue. Drama.
It was rough getting here. But we all went out to dinner the other night and I realized I wasn't (per usual) busy envying big families sitting together because we were one big crazy happy family. So though we are currently in cramped quarters, I have no idea where my younger daughter is going to school, and I am generally discombobulated, my heart is content. I grew up in Chicago, and after 14 1/2 years in California, I am finally home.