Well, there's no easy way around it - we're packing the Mouse den. The dearest chief is being transferred, and so with him we mice will move too.
It's been six years here in lovely, lovely Petaluma. Six wonderful years in the place we will likely come home to someday, whenever Mr. Mouse is done gallivanting around the world. Petaluma my friends, feels like home.
There is much to get excited about, namely that we are moving (for a few years), to the great state of Hawaii. Oh my God, yes, that's what I said. There will be haupia pie, and coconuts, and beach after beach. These are all very good things.
But there is also, several weeks into mulling this move, an incredible amount of fear and anxiety. Hawaii is wonderful. Moving two kids away from their home-sweet-home, is not.
So I'm clinging to this, this week: Travel builds character.
Good lord, if nothing else, hopefully my kids will come out of this as adaptable folks, something I fear will be a challenge for the older one. Transition is hard, really hard, and we're forcing a big one on him. But wish with me, if you will, for a speedy adaptation and a successful adult (someday), full of world experiences.
Yes, this is where I'm living right now.
So as these months whip by (early June is move time), and they surely will, Mouse will undoubtedly be reliving what is most precious in this place called home, and what lies ahead in our new adventure.
You are part of that, dearest Petaluma.