I never imagined that buying a house and moving would feel like such a big life changer. We are leaving the city in which we've spend our youth, where we grew into adults, where our babies were born. We're leaving a wonderful city life for a smaller town life on the other side of the country. Our oldest daughter is starting school, I got a full time job and we're moving into a house we bought. Some days it all feels very scary and uncomfortable and on most days I'm really excited for the big changes in our lives.
But I cannot stop feeling vulnerable, mostly on behalf of my daughters. Will they love our house, our new town, will they make new friends quickly, will they be as overwhelmed as I am these days?
I know it's just a part of motherhood and I worry like all mothers worry. Somehow it feels as if my concerns grow bigger as they grow bigger. I long for times when my concerns were just of minor character, I worried about sleep, food, teething, all that jazz. And now I find myself worrying about their social life, their education and making big changes to their everyday life, changing life as they know it.
We bought a beautiful old house and I'm very exciting to make it our home, to build a new life for us and the girls.
Our house is not close to Copenhagen as we decided to go for our dream house instead of spending our savings on a location closer to Copenhagen. We got a wonderful house for almost half the price of what we initially thought we would be spending on a house which means we will be able to afford travel and worry little about finances and loans. It just make life more simple and less worrisome which means more to us than living close to Copenhagen (as neither of us are working in Copenhagen and it really just is 45 minutes away by train).
We don't know the town we're moving to and we don't know anyone who lives there. I'm quite excited about making it 'our' town just like we have done with Aarhus for the past ten years.
We will miss our friends here. No doubt. We have people here who are very close to our hearts.
But I'm looking forward to being closer to my workplace, closer to my mother and to my family being able to stop by to see our girls on everyday basis, I'm looking forward to having a garden, to put up a swing in the old apple tree, to have a bathtub, to have friends over for dinner and having enough space to invite them to stay for the weekend and spend more quality time together.
For the time being we're spending our days juggling family life and working fulltime, signing papers, talking to the bank, to the lawyer, to the realtor, scouting for schools and new kindergartens, packing and planning and waiting.
We just need everything to get settled. And we need a little break from planning and stressing and paperwork. On monday we're leaving for France and I cannot wait for my daughters to dip their toes in the Mediterranean sea, us sipping coffee in the streets of Cannes and just let go for a little while.
I know it will be fine. I know. And I think the anticipation and the waiting for the big move gives me too much time to overthink.
It will be good. It will be fine. We have each other.