Uncomfortable.

You know this happens, right. You finally finish your house *just* the way you wanted it. Well, almost. Your kids are a bit older and a bit cleaner and you have a little bit of time for yourself and your friends. You're loving the area, the families, the school. You are just comfortable. Comfort isn't a bad thing, but we all know that's not why we're here. I happen to be one of those people who really enjoys being comfortable. Which is why I'm always looking around the corner to see what's coming at me next. And it's coming, for sure. Our family will soon be embarking on a new adventure, in a place that we've never been and quite far from home. It will be uncomfortable and unfamiliar and feels a lot like starting over. Sometimes that feels good and other times it breaks my heart. Today is the latter, but I'm trying to get back to the good side. When you have kids, you are forced to be brave and strong, to show them that you're not afraid. You can cringe and wail and fall apart inside or in private. But they look to their parents to see whether it is alright. So I am, for them and for my husband who is so animated when he talks about the future. But for you who know me best, and know better, I want to throw a huge tantrum right about now. Hey, don't feel too bad for me. I'll have palm trees in my front yard. Already working on that guest suite, people.