Yesterday, Nathan, Luke, and I announced publicly that we are planning to move to Houston at the end of July.
Our reasons for moving are many and varied. Above all, I suppose, is that we want to put down roots and live somewhere where the cost of living is not so demanding. Nathan has been working a second side job on and off which takes away from family time. It is sad when Luke is already asleep when Nathan gets home. Other reasons for moving include moving closer to family, moving closer to church (right now our drive is 30 mins w/o traffic), finding a place with better long-term job prospects for Nathan, and realizing our dream of owning a home and having a backyard for Luke and any other little ones who come along.
We have been thinking about this move since Christmas last year. We have seriously looked at all of our options and compared them again and again (truly. I have an excel spreadsheet to prove it). We looked at real estate around here that was closer to our friends and to work, we explored the possibility of living in Escondido near Nathan's family, and northern CA near mine. In the end, Texas seemed the most prudent choice.
In saying goodbye to California, we will leave behind many great blessings. Mostly, we are sad to leave behind our family and friends. Yesterday at church, I was up in the choir loft and noticed Luke's little fingerprints on the wood beam in front of me. I will always remember holding him there. It was sad to think that I would leave those little prints and the church behind. Nathan and I were married in this church, we were chrismated in this church, we were loved and encouraged in our Christian life in that church.
At the same time, we are looking forward to the move. We are looking forward to living near Nathan's sister and her family, and beginning our new life in Texas.
Here are a couple of pictures of our Little Cowboy :