Thank goodness for 25 other alphabet letters....

We have finally landed. It has been almost a month since we moved into our new home. It has been a long long long month. A month that felt like it would never get here. A month that would drag on some days and keep me up some nights. A month that seems will stretch on to eternity. But thankfully, we have finally crossed the threshold of that first month in a new town. 

The first week was merely the big events like closing and settlement, moving all our earthly possessions from one place to another and unpacking. So much unpacking. The move itself was a task that I never care to repeat. In our wisdom, we decided to DIY this move. We packed all the things, we rented the truck, and we loaded it. However, at about the half way point we realized that the U-Haul truck was not going to be big enough. You can imagine what happened to next. So after some wailing and gnashing of teeth about how many things we had, we gave in and rented a second smaller truck to load the rest of the things. We took a bunch of trips over the Bay Bridge and the state of Maryland thanks us for all our toll fees. Plan "A" didn't work so Plan "B" was enacted. 

The second week was unpacking. Each day a room of our home became more than just a dumping ground for boxes and bags. This house began to look like a home. Each time a room was finished it was a a tiny triumph in our battles against boxes. We all began to feel a bit more at home. 

The third week was a very short lived venture into homeschooling. Long story short, we decided to home-school because we thought it would be the best path forward with our children. We thought that they would be happy and carefree. What we failed to notice was that our children are social beings who thrive in school. (we never home-schooled before this time except their little years when we do preschool at home) We failed to see that our oldest needs to go to school feel a part of something bigger than herself. We failed to see that our middle girl really loves getting on the bus and being around her peers. We failed to see the forest for the trees.  Plan "A" didn't work so onto Plan "B". We went to the schools and enrolled the girls. They welcomed us with open arms and honestly, I could not be happier with what is happening each day. I drive them to school and they each go into the building ready for the day. We had a few sad moments along the way but everyone is beginning to feel settled in. Small town schools are really so wonderful. 

Here in our fourth week, I feel like we have finally arrived. The school routines are down,  the house is unpacked, and everyone is beginning to feel comfortable with our schedule. The little guy and I went off to our first nature school session at the local Arboretum. The dust has finally settled and I feel like I can breathe. 

Here we stand with the first month and hardest month behind us. I am feeling extremely blessed and content these days. I am also happy to know that when plan "A" doesn't work out there are 25 other alphabet letters waiting their turn.