Tomorrow will be the one year anniversary of our move from the Bay Area to Nevada County.  Since that time, we’ve lived in tents for two months, a run-down trailer with no indoor water or sewer for a month (almost three months for Matt), with Matt’s grandparents for a month (that was just the kids and me though) and in a two bedroom apartment in town for eight months.  And in less than a month, we’ll be moving yet again.  And no, we aren’t moving into our house-in-progress.  I’m really hoping this is the last move before we do move into our house-in-progress, but I didn’t predict all of the moves we’ve made in the last year, so I don’t do anything more than hope at this point.  

After this next move we’ll be a lot closer to our property and we’ll be in a bigger space…  but we’ll also be living with family.  I’m sure it will have its moments, but overall I expect it will be just fine.  It is not going to be easy for me, as the most introverted person of the group and the one who is trying to keep three little kids somewhat quiet and contained and homeschool one of them at the same time.  But it will be really nice not to have to drive twenty minutes to get to our property and have a lot of space where the kids can play outside.  And of course this will make it substantially easier to keep coming up with the money we need to finish the house.  

We’re hoping (there’s that word again) that we’ll be out of there before too long, but it is hard to predict.  Matt is still saying the end of the year, but I have a hard time believing that at this point.  I’m hoping for the spring, but we shall see.