We said goodbye to our house tonight. Our first home. The only home my kids have known. We were so rushed getting out that we didn’t even have time to sit and take it all in. We whispered our goodbyes as we were driving away. I’ll be honest, it was a little harder than we thought. We have some great memories there and look forward to drive past in a few years to reminisce.

Okay, I’m going to be really honest for a minute. Even though I can easily get rid of my stuff, it was hard to watch my kids get rid of theirs. Their clothes. Their toys. Their beds. They knew it was all part of the plan, but there were silent tears shed in the process. And that broke my heart. I asked myself several times if this was fair for them.

I had to refocus and keep my eye on the prize. Think of all the incredible things they will see and do! They can learn about history, arts, languages, and culture! They can feel comfortable around people of other race and culture. They can learn that they can be happy with minimal possessions. That’s the goal anyway…

And if it all fails, their toys, clothes, and beds can be easily replaced. Right?!

That’s all she wrote – wish us luck!