Guys, I don’t know what to talk about anymore aside from all the crazy things happening in our lives! Truly, I feel like I’m a broken record and I apologize for that but holy changes. I’ve been thinking so much about the past few months and can’t believe we have finally made it to this point!
Since this past November, after our month in Charleston, life has sort of been a blur. We got home December 1st, dove into Christmas season, quarantined halfway through December before welcoming George, ended up testing positive for Covid before labor, had George January 6, quarantined for two weeks while packing and welcoming a newborn and moved out of our house on February 21. It’s been all sorts of a whirlwind.
Honestly, this move probably wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t a quick decision. We had been considering this move for the past 8 years but since I’m a creature of comfort, I could come up with every excuse under the sun to not move. I knew that ultimately that excuse wasn’t serving our family. After spending the month of November here in Charleston, we knew that the best decision for our us would be to move here. To say yes to something we considered for so long. After watching our boys spend their days outdoors in the sunshine, in a place that we love so much, we knew this would be a good decision.
So here we are! We made it!
Are we always going to feel like we are on vacation? Because that is kind of what it feels like with palm trees outside our windows and the ocean glistening in the distance from our front porch. I pinch myself every morning that my days get to start and end here. I know that I’ll have moments of feeling homesick. I already miss my friends and our routine but that feeling also makes me excited to find that here.
So for now I’m just trying to find that sense of home, sense of routine, focus on my family/kids and help them to feel like this is it. It has been hard for Charlie and Jack to understand the move. They keep referring to Charleston as their “new house” and our old house as their “home.” Charlie also keeps asking if we can paint this house the same colors as our old house which sort of makes my heart hurt. These transitions are hard, whether they are right or not. I have felt alllll the feels over the past few weeks and I’m prepared to feel more in the coming weeks. As a mom, I think you carry the weight of your entire family’s emotions and that’s where I’m at. Feeling very aware of how the boys are feeling and just trying to make everything feel like the right move for them.
I apologize if I’ve been a little vacant. Welcoming George has been a whirlwind, moving has been a whirlwind, surviving has been a whirlwind. George is 8 weeks old, still waking up 2-3x a night and life is a little sleepy over here. I’m going to update you guys soon when I have a day on my computer — although I can’t even picture that happening soon, ha. But I always want to keep you guys in the loop! We are in survival mode over here.