Two years ago today, our family of three woke up for the very last time in our home in Burnham, Buckinghamshire, England. We bundled ourselves into a taxi and made our way across London to board a plane to Orlando, Florida, and we began our great American adventure.
When we arrived in Florida, everything was so different from what we were used to… I had spent 11 years in England. The entirety of my 20s, the end of my teens, the beginning of my 30s… I almost couldn’t remember what living in the US was like, and Florida was different from any other place I’d lived growing up.
Two years ago, Dexter was so tiny and precious – just over a year old and only beginning to explore the world.
And it was shortly after we arrived when we got some rather unexpected news that changed everything.
Finding out that we were expecting another baby was not in our plans, but we quickly learned that the best laid plans can sometimes be forced to change. Our newly rented two bedroom apartment was now going to be far too small (especially considering that Mark worked from home out of our bedroom). A screaming new baby was going to complicate everything, and we were going to have to figure something out.
Four days before Daniel was born, we signed papers to buy our house. I give Mark a lot of grief for trusting a pregnant woman’s judgement, as it turned out we didn’t get a very good deal AND the house was in need of a LOT of work that we hadn’t anticipated.
After dealing with mold, cracks in the driveway, cracks in the stucco and replacing panels in our lenai screen, we were finally able to settle a bit, though we knew there was still a ton of work inside the house.
Still, we were happy and pretty content to make this a family home.
We had a big year. 2013 was some big highs and some low lows, and we got through it. We got married in Vegas. We traveled a lot. It was quite a year. And then in early 2014, we found out that once again we were unexpectedly expecting our newest (and last!) little bundle of joy.
As we prepared for what this year would bring, never could we have known that once again things were about to change. And a big change it is.
Because in a little over two months from now, we’re going to be making a big move… this time we are not leaving the country… we are moving across it.
Mark’s company is opening a new office out of Utah. We have been given the opportunity to move there – where all of Mark’s family and friends live – and begin our lives again. And we have accepted the challenge.
I think we always assumed that eventually we’d end up in Utah – a man always goes back to his home, after all. And as his wife and the mother of his kids, I would follow him anywhere. It’ll be a big change. But a happy one, I think.
I look forward to the kids growing up with family surrounding them. They will know their grandmother, their aunts and uncles, their cousins. They will know snow and raking leaves and wakeboarding in the summer. They will know mountains and desert and city and suburb.
And now and then, Mark and I might actually be able to go out on a date or to an adult function, which we have never been able to do because we have no one we can ask to babysit.
We’re on a deadline because of my pregnancy – I want to be settled in our new home before my third trimester begins. So right now our tentative moving date is the end of July. Before then we will be spending some time with my family up north, and then we must work in earnest to sell our furniture and pack up our belongings. We have to find someone to rent our house, and we have to figure out a new place to live in Salt Lake City. It’s going to be crazy and stressful and exciting.
I’m ready for this new adventure, and I look forward to what the future holds in store for us.