Whoa. <– That is all I can say about 2014.
Ben and I were talking the other day as we drove to PA. We chatted about just the kind of year 2014 was. We started off in January with just a hint that would be moving to Boston. Okay, it was a bit more than a hint, but really, we never dreamed that all of the pieces of the puzzle would fit together. They did.
So in February Ben started. He left on a Monday – President’s Day and drove up to MA to start work. The kids and I stayed down in PA to finish school and sell our home. We went from doing everything together to during the week doing everything apart. Those times were challenging yet empowering.
Ben began the search for homes, our new home. Evenings after work were spent driving by potential homes so that he could rule them in or out based on their location. Nothing was perfect. If it was on the outside then there were shortcomings on the inside.
The kids and I visited in April and as we pulled into MA we found out that our house in PA sold. We spent time exploring and seeing our new area for the first time. I went back to visit later that month and did a whirlwind tour of a million homes in a day (okay, not a million but a lot) and one of them was our now home. I will never forget that walk-through. It was our realtor and I (Ben was at work). We walked through the home and while it wasn’t perfect on the inside, the bones were good. Real good. And then we reached the outside. Simultaneously our breath was taken away. I called Ben and had him come after work. We agreed that it was our dream home but didn’t know if it was only meant for our dreams. If it was still on the market at the end of May (almost 2 months later) we would put an offer in. It was and we did.
As the year went on, I struggled, the kids struggled, we all struggled with our new adventure. In June, as the kids finished school at a place that they knew with friends they had grown up with, we said goodbye. Goodbye to family that we had lived near for a lifetime. Goodbye to friends, new and old, ones that we knew with every ounce of our being could not be replaced.
And then we said hello.
We’ve spent the later part of the year meeting new friends, ones that will be a part of our lives forever now, getting used to a new area and a new home (darn oil heat). More importantly we’ve been dreaming of what is to come. Dreams will unfold into reality in 2015. I can feel it!
And with these changes come a bit of a change for the blog. I have always written when inspired so that will not change. I have always shared content that I have wanted to share so that will not change. The change will come with the amount that I will be sharing. I plan on writing as we go. The Vintage Mom will continue to be a place where I share things that have inspired me. And now, it will be a place where I share the unfolding of these dreams. Look out because we’ve got land to till and seeds to plant and there will be a whole lot of sharing. It will just be different.
Tell me, what are some of your reflections on a year past and a new year coming?