Don't let the door hit ya!

Making this move would be so much easier if people were happy to see us go. Every day, another teacher or staff member finds out about our news and the reaction is always excitement mixed with disappointment. Excitement that we are buying our first home, but disappointment that it means a change in schools for our boys and for me.

M had to tell the Safety Patrol advisor that we were leaving. He had done that last week some time, but today was the first time that she had a chance to mention it to me. And like everyone, she was happy for us but sad to see us go. She's especially disappointed that she will have to choose a new captain for Safety Patrol. She assures me that M will do well with his adjustment to middle school; he's apprehensive, but he'll settle right in, I hope. J and I have promised him that we are going to do everything possible to make sure that the next time he has to move, he'll be headed off to college. That should allow him to put down some roots and hopefully graduate from that district with a few "lifelong" friends.

C hates change with every fiber of his little 6 year old body. He's going to have a harder time, I think. But our current principal encourages us to still attend dances and events held at our school and that C can write to his teacher and classmates if he chooses. I pray that he is able to find a buddy at the new school that will help him make the adjustments.

I've promised myself that I'm not going to cry on our last day. Some days, I think that I'll make it; today, I'm sure that I won't.

We're excited and sad too, in a way. For me, it just brings back every time I ever moved as a kid. There's sadness at leaving the friends and home that I've known and excitement at what having new friends and a new home means. I'm very social, so it wasn't particularly hard for me to move. It was much harder for my sister who didn't make friends as easily. But it all worked out in the end.

And this move will too.