Moving Back Home - Back to Mass

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I've hestitated for some time in writing this post as even now I still feel like I'm holding my breath.  

A little over a month ago we made the decision not to move to Bahrain. The conversations we had and what we learned from making that decision led us to sign paperwork to put our house on the market the following week. Being tied to this house was a large factor in not taking on a grand adventure. That adventure wasn't the right one for us but we wanted to be ready to take on the next adventure to come our way.

Little did we know Joe would be offered a job in Amherst, MA a few days later.

Needless to say, all of a sudden our "seeing if we could sell our house for what we would need to get" became a "what can we do to make help our house sell because we're actually moving!"

After paperwork, more paperwork, and some paperwork, Joe has a start date as the Public Affairs Specialist (Public Information Officer) for the USDA serving Massachusetts, Connecticut, and Rhode Island.

It's been almost eight years since I've lived in western Mass and I've lived an almost cumulative third of my life in Connecticut. While some of the best things, people, and beings came into my life in and from Connecticut, it has never felt like home.

My heart is caught in my throat at the thought of even possibly moving back. 

Now we have the means to live locally there and just have to keep all of our fingers crossed until we can pass this house along to its next keepers and move back home. 

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