On Thursday, we found out we will be moving, again. We called the property management company about something completely unrelated to our lease, which we were planning on renewing for another year. Luckily, Joel asked when we should anticipate resigning the lease for the upcoming year. He emailed at the beginning of the month about this, just for the record, and we had not received a reply. The man, curtly, replied he already sent us an email regarding next year. He didn’t. To say we have had issues with this company is an understatement. Nevertheless, the family which owns the house is returning this June and prior to Thursday we weren’t anticipating moving. Now, here is the thing, the house we are renting isn’t great, not bad, just not great. Besides being caught unaware and the hassle of moving, I am not heartbroken over this news. What I do feel like is that a giant reset button has been pushed. Now, the options are swirling. I am lucky I am married to a man who is great researcher. We have several bunny trails we are exploring trying to find the right short term and long term fit. Do we try to find a place to buy? A rent to own option? A rental for another small period of time with the hope of buying in the nearer future? I know the right answer is out there and I know it is in the right timing. I just need to remind myself of that when I am in the midst of the daily living. You mamas know what I mean. You love the day to day, but some days it is all your energy to keep the house a turning and happy. Sometimes the distance between the truths I cling to and what comes out in my feelings is pretty long and discombobulated. I need to remind myself that in the midst of the laundry, cooking dinner, finishing the school year, and sleeping; we will get the house packed and moved and it will all be alright. Because it will. It will all be alright. If I forget, remind me, ok?