Moving...

After 18 months of driving 120 miles round trip to Children's Hospital several times a week, we have decided to move closer to Denver. It's incredibly sad to move away from the mountains and the community we love, but there are some unsolvable things about living here. Wesley needs to get regular occupational therapy which he can't get at home in this rural community. Sadly, there is not a single pediatric occupational therapist who will travel up here. It's also become more evident that our 5 level split-level house is not practical for Wesley in the long run. Although we are hopeful that he will learn to walk and climb stairs, it is going to be a much longer and more difficult journey than we originally realized and constantly carrying him up and down stairs for most daily activities will become increasingly difficult as he gets bigger. Also while the schools here are filled with wonderful, compassionate people, they simply don't have the same resources as schools in the metro area. Another wonderful advantage of moving is Colorado's parent as a CNA program where I can get certified as a CNA and be paid several hours a day for the extra care I provide for Wesley (but again no one will offer this up in the mountains).

I guess part of me is trying to remind myself of all the reasons we are moving. Everytime I go out on our deck and look at the beautiful view, smell the fresh mountain air, hear the quiet rusling of the wind in the aspen trees, and look up at the countless stars, the thought of moving is sombering. We truly love living here and so there is a level of returning grief about having to move. Part of me has always wanted my children to get to grow up in the same mountains I was so lucky to grow up in. But, as with most things in life, there is give a take, and in this situation we have to sacrifice something we want, for what we need for our family. Maybe I'm trying to convince myself as much as I'm trying to remind myself (I still have moments of panic over fear of making the wrong decision).

As sad as it is to move, we've found a wonderful house with, get this, a POOL! We are trading in our mountains for not only shorter drives and better services for Wesley, but also for a pool we can use for exercise, pool parties, and aqua therapy for Wes. I hope that as we move, I can focus on the advantages instead of being plagued with movers remorse.

So... we have a buyer for our house (who seems very nice), have a contract on our new house in Littleton, and are set to close on July 10th and move on the 13th and 14th. The next two weeks are sure to be a whirlwind but hopefully by the end of it all I will feel at peace with our decisions. As a sort of moving away party, we are having an open house sort of BBQ on Saturday (June 29th) from 11-whenever. We'd love for you to come sit out on our deck we love so much and enjoy one of our precious last few Saturdays up here with us.

 

 

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