Well, it's official. We're being posted!
We've lived in Manitoba for almost 8 years now, which is actually several lifetimes when you're a military family. We should've been posted someplace else a good 3 or 4 years ago, but got some special consideration (a rare thing with the Canadian Forces) because RB was in some intensive preschool therapy. But now that the kids are in school, the army's goodwill has run out and they're sending us back to Ontario. The Ottawa Valley, to be specific.
The problem with living somewhere for 8 years is that we've put down some serious roots. I have managed to almost blend in to our small town, and I hate to leave the friends I've made. A good chunk of the people I run into in town I can now identify by name. And of course, both the kids are in school and have a great team of people working with them. So for this reason, a big move to another province is a daunting prospect indeed.
BUT...I am a firm believer in the idea that doing things that make you uncomfortable helps you grow as a person. And the internet has certainly helped make the world a smaller place than it was 20 years ago. So I will keep in touch with my friends, and forge ahead!
On the plus side (if you consider this a plus--I'm still deciding), we will be living in a more populated area, so there will be more opportunities for the kids to actively participate in their community, and hopefully more opportunities for me to get off my butt and run errands on foot. If we can go down to one vehicle and reduce our carbon footprint, I'll consider that a huge bonus. And, of course, we'll be close to family, which will also be fantastic!
When the possibility of this was first being thrown around (and let's be clear, I've had MONTHS to get used to this idea), I was very resistant. Humans do not like change, and when change threatens to turn my kids' lives to chaos, the mother bear in me surfaces with a vengeance. When I told Firstborn the news he cried, but has since come around to the idea--after seeing that a lot of the houses in the area have swimming pools...good grief. After RB heard the news, he had the worst week at school he has ever had, and I have more grey hair than I've ever had. But that too has passed, and we're trying to focus on the positive aspects of this for the sake of the kids. My new mantra is: ONE DAY AT A TIME.
This move won't be happening until next summer, so for the time being I'm reading Stress Management for Dummies, Meditation for Dummies, and Yoga for Dummies. It turns out if you take a big situation, break it down into tiny bits and deal with one thing at a time, all while breathing deeply and pushing out of your mind all those nagging worries about things that may never even happen, anything is do-able.
Right now, I'm on the lookout for someone who is interested in buying a house in the middle of nowhere that may or may not fall down around them the minute they move in.