I really hate it when I have to eat my words. It just does NOT taste good.

Last time I wrote, it was the continuation of our moving situation and we thought it was all ‘planned’ out. A family was 99.99% sure they were going to sign a lease for our property and… just like that… they changed their minds. I won’t bother to get into the whole long story.

You know, I actually quite like roller coasters.
But this one, is getting MUCH too long, and I’m just not sure how many more ups and downs my emotions can take, and still remain some what sane.

Now our home is not yet rented out and we move half way across the country in just 25 days!
I researched and found a rental property manager, because honestly, after the emotional roller coaster this put us through I’m pretty much done dealing with people in regards to this property. I think I’ve done very well considering just how many people I’ve shown through the property with their stories, which I’ve listened to every single one, whole heartedly, and with interest, because I enjoy meeting people.

I really do like to think the best of people. I’ve always been this way. I am a smart business woman, but I have to admit, I am possibly too much of an optimist when it comes to many people.

What I hate about that, is that people continue to prove me wrong in believing in them. Over and over.
When it comes to thinking the best of people, I really, REALLY, hate to be proven wrong.
And what’s worse, is I can’t even say I’ll stop thinking and expecting the best of people. I’ve told myself MANY times in my life time that I must stop doing this, but I know that I can’t.

And I know deep down, I don’t really want to. I like that I try to think the best of people.

It just… hurts some times.

But I’d rather be wounded and optimistic, then guarded and pessimistic.

But, what I hate most is that my children suffer from all this too. THEY believe too, and THEY hurt too.

And THAT is the part that gets my back up. You can hurt me, and I’ll just go in a corner and lick my wounds until they heal. You hurt my children, and you’ve gotten the mama bear’s back up.

It’s been a battle of conflicting emotions.

Speaking of conflicting emotions.

The kids and I, we just want to celebrate! We just want to JUMP FOR JOY that this phase of our lives is almost over. That soon, we will no longer live in a show home that tens of people will traipse through on a monthly basis. The kids can finally decorate a bedroom how THEY want it, not how we have to have it for the “showings”. Elsa can work on a puzzle, and leave it there. Shaylah can draw until she’s actually finished a drawing. Julia can cut, and cut, and cut more fabric and then sew it all up until she’s DONE rather then being interrupted by a showing and having to hide all their crafting away.

Our own home where even I can work, and stop when I want to, and leave it until I’m ready to come back to it again, instead of my work having to be shoved aside and the ‘mess’ hidden away with every phone call.

We want to celebrate that we will FINALLY be HOME.

No more wondering where, when, or how. That’s all we want to do. Celebrate.
Yet our emotions are still being played with, we still have to get this place rented out which means more showings and more of living our lives for others instead of finally just doing what needs to be done for OUR family!

But this is beginning to make it all sound like we’re wandering around down in the dumps. Believe me, we’re not. We often look at one another and say, “WE’RE FINALLY MOVING!”

I found a “countdown” app, and downloaded it to all our phones and ipods so we can countdown when Dad/Dh will finally be here and we’ll be together as a whole FAMILY once again!!! (just 16 days 20 hours and 32 minutes!) and when we will move (just 25 days, 10 hours and 53 minutes!)

We’ve been checking out the local calendars for our new home area to see what’s happening that we can join in on.

We’ve been packing, cleaning, sorting, purging, fitting in last appointments with dr’s, dentists, and other important things that need to be taken care of before we leave this province.

Booking horse movers, household movers, and even vehicle movers (for ds’s suburban).

And all that’s alongside taking care of our regular daily lives, and of course the business. There’s the animals to care for, fabrics to be dyed, wholesale orders, co-op orders, custom orders, and instock orders to be created, packaged, and shipped. We carry on, and continue to move forward through it all and at a fairly decent pace, I think!

So through it all, we ARE celebrating. We ARE jumping for joy.

There’s just lots of ‘stuffs’ to get through as we leap! But we’re getting there. 🙂