I decided to keep all my fears in the corner
of the new-house garage. Where do you keep yours?
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I moved to Florida with GymGirl and HackerBoy during the summer, while my husband T stayed in New England to wrap up his job.
Unfortunately, all my hopes about what this move would mean for our family stayed at OldHouse, while all my fears made it to NewHouse just fine.
I was wrestling with my fears early Saturday as I moved boxes around in the garage. I was looking for forks and spoons and knives (I'll share my moving organization fail later on), and the questions kept coming: What if GymGirl hates her new coach? What if HackerBoy never leaves his room? What if I see a snake? What if I see an alligator? What if living in 2 places does not work this time and everything falls apart? Finding a fork should not be this hard!
