This last spring the hubs was lamenting to me that there aren't enough opportunities for us to go dancing together and in particular learn more dances. He has had a recent interest in Latin dancing, but that is an area where both of us have little experience.
Well as we were walking into church one Sunday in July, we noticed a poster advertising some adult salsa dancing with lessons, at another church building across town. Of course we had to go.
As we arrived at our destination on the specified night, the hubs and I both felt some draw to the church building. We did not mention this to each other however. As the night progressed we met some other couples. I instantly felt a connection to them, and found myself looking for some common ground, other than all of us being members of the same faith. We were all parents, with some of our children being around the same ages, but there the similarities ended. I found myself feeling emotionally let down by this fact. I didn't mention any of this to the hubs at this point, but the draw to this location and to these people who live there continued to grow.
My belief is that God communicates to us through feelings, emotions, as well as thoughts and ideas. And the feelings, thoughts, and ideas I felt that night planted a seed. As we were driving home that night, the hubs and I started discussing this, and discovered that the other had had a similar experience. The seed continued to grow into more of an idea.
Shortly after this, the crime level of our neighborhood seemed to escalate. There have been a number of break ins, and other criminal activity. We live near a major road, and lately we seem to hear sirens all the time. And to top it off, some developer is in the process of trying to get it approved to build a gas station on the lot next door. We started feeling some ergency to move to a different location.
However, we weren't completely willing to accept the idea that we should move to the area where we went salsa dancing. Housing tends to be more expensive there, and it is farther away from where the hubs works. But seeing as how we live pretty near his work right now, most places are farther away. It is also farther from where our homeschool group meets.
We considered a lot of different areas around here. Liking each idea for a day or two, but then it would seem not quite the right choice. We even considered the idea of moving back closer to family. However, after about a month of switching around ideas, we were led back to our original idea.
I found a new homeschool group that has some older kids in it. Our current homeschool group is awesome and amazing. However, it has the down fall that all of the kids in it, other than 3 of them, are 8 and under. Now, with homeschooling kids learn how to play with all kinds of ages, which is great. But Cinderella misses having more friends her own age, which is why I started looking for another group, to add to our schedule. This new group is centered a lot closer to the area where the dance was held, and as I drove to our first meetup with them, I started feeling those same kinds of feelings as the first night.
Our meetup was at a pool, and Guy ended up leaving his glasses. So the next day we took a drive as a family to retrieve them. The hubs was also feeling positive feelings, like we were back on track. The house of the people who had picked up his glasses had a for lease sign in the front yard. This got us thinking that maybe we could afford to lease instead of buying another house. We started looking around that area on line for houses for rent. In doing so, we came across a neighborhood that called out to both of us.
Then one weekend we took a drive out there as a family, drove around the neighborhood, and had a picnic lunch. It felt like we had come home. I think even the kids felt it. On the way back home, Guy asked us if we could move soon. I asked him why, and he said, "because we found a place that I like."
So that is the basic explanation as to us getting ready to move.
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What special experiences. I am happy for you!
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