Recognizing the signs

We are spending the summer getting our house ready.  We are redoing almost every room in the house, although in some cases it's just a fresh coat of the same paint color (those are the projects I like the best!).  We have an appointment with a realtor this week and are looking at some houses that we might consider.  They are all "fixers" which is the only way we can afford to own two houses at one time.  And I know that I really, really don't want to do this.  I don't want to get my house fixed up and then move.  Not. At. All.

But we will.  I know with complete confidence in my heart that this is best for our family.  The kids will be in better schools and my husband will get to spend significantly less time in his car driving to and from work.  We are moving to a town where some family members live, and they are very excited to have us there.  Andrew has worked in this school district for 14 years, and we will know many, many people in town.  Overall, it is the right decision for our family.

And just in case I wasn't convinced, there were a couple of "signs" to help me along the way.  I had to take Robert to school in early March on a day when Andrew wasn't going.  It was a miserable drive where it was raining so hard it was literally raining sideways.  I also had to take him ten days later.  That was a day where, when we left, Robert mentioned it was flurrying.  By the time we passed through the community ten miles away (and only 1/3 of the way there!) it was coming down like you would not believe.  This had not been in the forecast!  We were out on open Ohio rural roads and I literally had no idea where the road might be because I couldn't even begin to see it.  I was glad I was following a school bus because I figured a) they probably knew the roads better than I did, and b) if there was going to be a head-on collision because someone couldn't see the roads it was going to involve the bus, not me!  And then of course there was the day less than a week later when our school district closed and Andrew's didn't.  I was a NERVOUS WRECK about them driving that far in that weather.  While I acknowledge that most (some might even say almost all) days are much better than the ones I've described...why take that risk?  Why put Andrew in that driving situation repeatedly when, other than not wanting to change, there was no real reason not to move?  I can definitely recognize what the "signs" were telling us to do!