I've been busy. I'm going to give a better effort in journaling.
On my mind recently is my husband. For years he has been wanting to move. It started not long after our second child graduated from high school. I kept saying no. Well, he said he had a feeling we are supposed to. We fasted and prayed over the issue. Our answer was we are to move. I'm not happy about it. I like my neighbors, my house, my location in the valley. I can't deny the overwhelming nudge.
We have signed with a realtor. We set a goal to have our house on the market May 22. I've spent the week boxing things up. As a side note: I forget that my body has undergone a transformation and can't do things like it once did.
A pod was delivered saturday to hold our stuff. We've picked colors to paint some of the rooms in our house. We have installed new fausetts, and lights. Hopefully we won't need to do anymore. I'm so exhausted.
