We’re doing it again. Ripping up house and home to seek a better life in farther lands. This time it’s C’s turn, and he’ll bring us back to the east coast. We’re on 4 yr cycles right now but he’s promised that this will be the last time. I guess I believe him/us when we say it.

The stress of information management and contemplating the to-do list has me physically ill and emotionally volatile.  I can’t convince myself that we’re not being impulsive, again.

Making major changes in your “state” is the most stressful thing you can do. Changing from employed to unemployed, married to divorced or widowed, single to married, non-parent to parent. I’ve been asked to move, again, by my spouse. His request, for his new job. Previous 3 job moves have been for me. I know it’s his turn. I will do my best to convince my employer that I can work remotely. I will manage the transition of 3 children to 3 different schools/situations. I will find new doctors/therapists/orthotists to help child1 with her medical needs. I will find a new orthodontist to help child2 and child3 with their orthodontia needs. I will find a new piano teacher and yoga instructor to help me with my needs.

I can envision the new reality. I’m just pained to get there.