The contract is signed.
We’re moving to Alabama.
Never ever ever did I think that would be my home.
Yeah, the song is catchy and the movie is sweet, but to actually reside there? To be honest, this has been a tough one for me.
First, it’s not the “end” I pictured. For all these years, I had in my mind that we most likely would stay in Tennessee, or if we were to move, it would be back to Texas. Alabama wasn’t ever on the radar. Ever.
Second, I’m heading to the land of smocking, monograms, and jon jons. Not that there is anything wrong with those (well, there is with the jon jons), it’s just that these things scream southern and I will never understand why mothers insist on dressing their little boys like girls.
Third, football season. Enough said.
Fourth, well, I wrote about it before.
All that to say, a signed contract anywhere means that we are finally at the end of this crazy long exhausting chapter in life. HJ is excited and really likes the place he works, so that makes me happy. I’m just hoping the next few years won’t be so hard. (knock on wood!)
And I know that with every move we’ve ever made, it is always clear why we were supposed to be there. It may take a while, but I know good things will come of it. (knock on wood!)