It Will Be An Adventure

It will be an adventure.”

These are the words I’ve been saying and/or thinking at least 25 times a day.

A few days ago, we accepted an offer on our house and the “sale pending” sign took its place out front.

For those new here to my page, last month, we decided to sell our old and beloved house in a small town in order to chase our dream of returning to a country setting. We grew up very rurally and after years of thinking we wanted something different, our kids have reminded us of the life we really want to live.  Our house sold quickly (more quickly than we had imagined) and here we are:  setting off on another adventure.

This will be the 7th move in 14 years of marriage; we moved with the military and then in other pursuits of our dreams and goals. And, here we go, again. 

My husband helps me to remember my sense of adventure.  Time after time, he pulls me to my feet and helps me remember.  And if we don’t follow our dreams and go all in to achieve them, how can we expect our kids to?

I love this poem by Tyler Knott Gregson because it shows exactly how I feel about this next adventure.  I’m a bit nervous as we’ve sold this house and are unsure of our next permanent home, but my husband is pulling me forward, as he often does.

We aren’t changing jobs as the open country is all around us, so in the end, it’s not as risky as it might seem.  We are just simply making way for the dream of land and open spaces.And while we wait, we will move into a small cottage (under 500 sq feet!).  It’s going to be an adventure, and as my friend, Joy, said to me, “it just shows that home is where Mike and the kids are.”  That it does, my friend.  That it does.

Onward with my heart and home right with me in the bodies of the three who make me whole.

Thanks for Mothering the Divide with me and if you dare, make way for adventure. Make way for your dreams to come true.  And if that’s hard for you, I hope you have someone who helps you remember.