Two steps forward

We kicked tyres, or bricks in our case.  We tested waters, we felt our way in the dark.  We weren't wrong.  It's a good fit.  It's comfortable and safe and, for me at least, it's home.

We are in agreement.  This isn't a huge error of judgement or a mistake or something we're wavering about.  We are going to do this.  We're going to make the move.

So, what do we do next?

We have to plan schools, estate agents, find properties to view that meet requirements (it's amazing how, "we don't have any specific requirements except enough bedrooms for one each" becomes a longer list of "well, we need this, and that, and oh, yes, this thing here, and some extra bells and whistles and, while we're at it, I really need this thing" without you even realising that you have this longer list of not just wants but in some cases, needs).  


And then we have to speak with the kids.  We have to explain, listen, talk, explain, explain and reassure them to the ends of the earth that, making this move is not going to ruin their lives, change the way we feel about them (nor them us, although I'm not so sure on this point), how 'different' doesn't mean 'bad/evil/mean/nasty/scary (although it does mean that a little bit)' and is, in fact a huge opportunity that we can't wait to share with them.


I've spoken with my boys.  I talk to them about pretty much everything, as I always have.  But that's probably what it's like for boys with their mum.  Girls with their dad have a different communication set and that's a challenge that we are both going to face.


There have been hints, discussions and mentions of possibilities, but as yet no definite discussion around 'this is what is happening'.


It's (probably) happening this weekend.  We've already taken two huge steps forward.  Now let's see how many we take back the way we've come.