Moving is Hard

I have been wanting a move, NEEDING a change for quite some time now, and finally Hubby has received a promotion and with it a transfer. We are moving from the sunny state of South Carolina, to the freezing cold winters of upstate, way way way, upstate New York. I am excited, thrilled, frantic, and terrified! I’m excited to be moving closer, albeit still a five hour drive, from my family in NYC; thrilled that Hubby finally received a well-deserved promotion; frantic trying to plan for the unknown (I suck with unknowns.,) and terrified of that same unknown factor. While I’m excited, I know it’s going to be a terrifying yet stressful experience. Which is why I am so grateful to my friend, who suggested I use an American movers company that can help us with moving our stuff! Packing will be a nightmare, so knowing that we won’t have to worry about how our furniture would get to New York is a big help. I know that we are moving to New York and its truly exciting, but I will miss South Carolina so much, I had been looking at other properties here before hubby got the promotion because they have some amazing builds, there were some homes in greenville sc that I was browsing through… in another time we might come back, I wouldn’t be against that, the thought of moving sends shivers up and down my spine.

I am scared that my children will not find the services and wonderful autism team that they (Little Man and the Tot) have at their school. Terrified that I won’t find adequate housing an affordable price for our large family (Four boys, and my mother), and worried the boys will have difficulty adjusting-most especially the Little Man (10).

Anyone else have trouble with decisions?

There are times I have no problems at all making decisions; the options are clear in my mind and I know exactly what I want, and/or what to do. Then there are other times, and I must admit these times are becoming more frequent, where I just cannot make a decision. I worry and fret for days about choices I need to make, and then even after they are made I can’t let go, I worry and fret over whether I made the right one. When did I get so scared to make the wrong choice? Where did my sense of adventure go, or the feeling that everything will work out in the long run?

Originally we wanted to move to our new home before Christmas, because let’s face it, who wants to move during Christmas holiday-“open your presents, Ok-great now let’s pack em up!” I soooo do not want to do that. I wanted the boys to spend their first snow-filled Christmas in our new location, which would also give us the opportunity to participate in all the festivities and immediately get out into the community (something that is very difficult for me in particular.) But-after considering it Hubby and I decided to push is report date to his new duty station to the last possible date available in early January.

Ya know what? Yesterday, I began to re-think this whole waiting until after Christmas thing. I went back and forth not knowing what to do until we finally decided to make a pros and cons list and the PROS for going before Christmas as I originally wanted were pages long with the CON only really one thing-TIME! Will I have enough time to get us all moved in what will be less than a month from today???? So now I am back to wanting to move before Christmas and have to send Hubby back to work today to find out if it is possible to change his report date and for us to make the mad dash to New York before Santa arrives. Don’t know how this is going to go just yet, but it is no wonder that I only slept about 10 minutes total last night!