So, we decided to go. I’m not sure where Idaho came from, seemed kind of sudden but, alas, this California girl is moving to Idaho.

I’m not sure what I’m looking forward to most, getting out of here or moving there. When my brother and sister-in-law started talking years ago about moving to Arizona <> I told them I’d move with them. I just want out of here. I’m tired of the crowds. I’m tired of the traffic. I’m sick of seeing tiny bedrooms sell for half a million dollars. I’m sick of not being able to get ahead. So, when they said let’s go, I said OK.

Now, though comes the waiting game. We decided to go a month ago. I’ve been waiting for their house to sell. I’ve been waiting for the obstacles to be overcome for the house they’re buying. I’ve been waiting to figure out what I’m supposed to do for work. I’ve been waiting to figure out when we’re moving. And, now, I have to wait until we actually go.

All these thoughts keep running through my head. Will I learn to like the snow? (Learn to like? Maybe I already like it, I don’t know I’ve NEVER been in the snow.) Will I make new friends? Will working from home work out? Will my business be successful? Will I be able to buy a house? Will I like it there? Will I be happy?

But, you know, I don’t know all those answers. I know that I want something different. I know what I have now is not making me happy.

So, I’ll wait. I continue to pack my belongings. I’ll put them on the truck in three weeks. I’ll move them in to the new house. I’ll come back here and wait the six more weeks (or more ) before we move to Idaho. It seems like forever. But, if that’s how long it’s going to be then I suppose there’s a reason for the wait. I’ll keep doing what I’m doing and maybe I’ll figure out that reason.