It’s officially official.
Orders are in hand and house is on the market.
Oh wait, I didn’t share over here, did I? The B Family is headed to New Mexico in May. B got orders to be an instructor. I’m still trying to get my head wrapped around that.
To be completely honest, I haven’t loved Vegas. There are a few shining gems in there, but its been a very hard tour. Crazy shifts and ridiculous hours for B, swim team and school drama for J, chemo and all the associated side effects for me. But, I wasn’t ready to leave and certainly not for New Mexico. J has a fantastic swim team now and was accepted into the biomed program for high school, B was finally on a M-F days shift (although the hours are still cruddy) and I’m back healthy and running with a group of friends that share that same love.
I’ll pull up my big girls panties soon and smile about it, but not yet.
I think the thing I’m going to miss the most is our house. I know, it is just a material thing. A possession. But is it also so many memories. Good and bad, laughter and tears. We’ve grown stronger here as a family.
It was ours. Jacey has grow up here.
She was just a shrimp when we moved here and now, she’s taller than me. A little girl, then and a young lady now, heading into high school in the fall.
The house officially went on the market Tuesday and the sign went up yesterday.
So far, we’ve had 13 showings and we found out this morning that there are already 4 offers on the table! We meet with our realtor, Pete Torsiello tonight to go over the offers.
I’m not sure I’m ready for this, but Uncle Sam disagrees.
Such is the military life, I suppose.
Semper Gumby. Right?!