Okay, here are the facts: I have been holding out on this blog and not putting the real details of our life. I was hesitant to post anything publicly when we hadn't made an official decision to tell my work. Now that we are a little more settled it is time. Over the last two years we have been hoping, praying and looking for ways to stay in Richmond. We both loved it there, but it wasn't meant to be. You would think that there is a need for dentists everywhere, but for some reason the right thing never showed itself. The last year has been challenging....okay no it was more than challenging it was super stressful and tiring and unstable and draining and tear-inducing. Now that we are settled I see how much of a strain the last year was for us. In March Rich starting looking at a practice in Staunton, VA. Anybody who knows me well, knows that I have love that is bordering on obsession with New York City and city life in general. To make a long story short, I was a big whiney, hormonal baby about moving to a small town. I was downright obnoxious about it. In the end we felt that this was what we were supposed to do. Rich started working at this office in June. He was happy and I was, well I was being ultra dramatic and I was sure that a small town meant impending doom for me. It was difficult for me to leave Richmond with all the wonderful people, my job, the restaurants (I still have a million places I want to try there), the events, the shopping, the museums, the proximity to DC and larger airports. I was not gracious or optimistic, but after a while I realized that this is really what is happening and I should be grateful. My husband had a job and it was one that he liked. We would be closer to family, I would get to spend more time with my kids and Staunton has some definite charms. Well June, July and August were crazy with a combo of Rich living away from us 4 nights a week, I was working, then having a baby and packing our house. On August 16th we got word that we had a place to move into. August 21st I gave my work official notice that I wasn't coming back (A call that was a culmination on lots of contemplation and tears. on my part). August 24th my dad came to help. August 25th Elliott was blessed and then we moved August 27th. The day we moved in a little 2 year old neighbor girl came over to say hi to Charlotte and that night we went out to eat and I fell in love with the downtown of Staunton. There were 3 restaurants that we were trying to decide between and then we had gelato at this fabulous gelateria. It was exactly what I needed. It made me excited about our little town. I have found a lot of favorite things about this town and I am happy. I still miss my job and friends in Richmond, but we really are doing well. Oh and Rich was mature and tolerant through all of this...bless him.
My packing partners...FACT: They were not helpful. They might be cute, but packers they are not.
The day we moved...blurry but the last pic of our fam together in our house.
Appa with Elliott and loads of boxes.
Elliott on his blessing day.
Saying good-bye to my office...sad.
Richard's family, my dad, and the Delmege's on Elliott's blessing day.
First day in our new house.
Our new place is very close to a little park where Charlotte like the "fwings"
Now that we had a little more space we could have Charlotte's Tea party move from Nana's house to our house.
Before all of our stuff came.
New big bath tub that is MEANT for bubbles.
