Well, big news for us. It won’t really affect most of you reading this but it might give more insight as to why we’ve been so stressed lately!

Tyler’s work is transferring us to their newly-opened San Jose office. We’re excited that we’ll still be in California and relatively close to family – as long as we’re within a day’s drive, we count our blessings. We’ll officially pack up the truck the last week of this month and head for the greener, leafier pastures of Northern California. We’ve heard such marvelous things about the Bay Area that my nerves are somehow calmer than they should be.

You see, as of today, our big move is a mere three-and-a-half weeks away. We’ve got nowhere to live. We’ve never even been up there. I haven’t packed even one box yet and we still don’t know tiny (or not so tiny) details regarding a moving truck. I’m kind of freaking out, but am somehow surprisingly calm with the reassurance that this is where we were supposed to be all along.

It’s interesting how life works that way. We had two job offers straight out of college for sunny San Diego. It seemed the logical place to be, and after praying about it we accepted an offer and moved here. We fell in love with the Rancho Bernardo area and quickly made many friends here. But at our anniversary dinner in mid-December Tyler brought up the prospect of being transferred. Drastic news, since we’d only been here less than 5 months at the time. As all big decisions, we decided to pray about it, mulling our options over. Things came up and people were out of town and here we are now, three-and-a-half weeks before the move and finally making decisions. We’re taking a huge leap of faith, moving to a place we’ve never been. But I think Tyler would agree that despite bad timing and family emergencies coming up, everything has worked out beautifully.

I’m really excited because most likely we’ll get to rent a house. (Look at me, ma! A real house!) We’ll have a backyard and a garage and three bedrooms. We’ll live even more like real people.

But if we don’t? That’s okay too. If I’ve calculated right this will be the seventh time in our three-year marriage I’ve packed up our entire house and moved. I’m ready to get settled, and if this is what it takes then let it be.