so, as many of you know, I've been complaining a lot about how much easier life would be if we were back in Utah. I could have the same doctor that delivered Grace, all my puppets, family, and everything I've known my whole life.
Well, the other day while at the doctor's office, Erik decided that maybe moving back wouldn't be such a terrible thing after all.
Alright, alright, before you get all up in arms we're still not 100%, but we'd say 90%. So what does that mean?
In 3 *weeks* we're out of here. We'll miss you Massachusetts. We can't leave any later because I am high risk and we are already pushing our luck. I figure we're 6 weeks away from 32 weeks so that is how long we have to move. It seems pretty sudden, but we can handle it. The hardest part will be the journey. Having family along the way should help break up the trip a little, and we won't be taking too much with us.
In some ways it will be easier this time, we don't care about a lot of the stuff we have because we've only had it a year and it hasn't got any sentimental value.
Anyway, I know you all think we're crazy, but in the long run we will actually save money (assuming we can transfer our government help programs) and hopefully it will make life a little easier down the road.