Transitions

I can hardly believe today is our last day at our beloved school. After three years there, with the same teacher no less, it is going to be quite a goodbye. The Noodle would have moved on to a different classroom next year, so a transition was coming even if we stayed. Leaving California makes it all the more bittersweet.

Do you remember this post about going off to kindergarten?

When I went through my archives this morning, I found this post detailing the very hard decision we made to move right after kindergarten had barely started. It brings back so many stomach aches for me honestly. All of this moving has been UNNERVING. I hate moving. I moved so much as a kid, started so many schools, started making a new friend and then poof! Back to the boxes. 

As hard as it is to say goodbye to Jaden's school and our family and friends here in California, I need to get to a place where we can pack up the tape gun. I have hope that we can get to that place in Oregon. This hope has to get me through the next few days. Hope is the protective salve around my heart right now, because otherwise pulling my son from his safety net is completely the wrong thing to do.