That didn't last long.

Chaos has returned. Just as I though we had everything settled and were staying in Utah things turned on a time.

Mike's old company came back to us with one of those offers you just can't say 'no' to, so we're moving to San Antonio.

Moving means that all hopes of my working and foster care have been put, basically, on hold. I'll be the one staying in Utah until the house sells or after the holidays--one of the two. I wouldn't mind it except it means being apart from my partner for weeks at a time.

I have no idea what we're doing for housing in SAT yet, I'm sure we'll work it out. I can tell you that it will be significantly smaller than what we bought here so that we can be all on one level and have a pool in the back yard. I'm not a princess about many things but humidity...well, we'll go with 'princess' because this is a family blog.

I'm quite nervous about the move. This will be the first time since I was 18 years old that I haven't dictated the time and location of a move. Mike pointed out to me that it will be the first time since he was 18 that another person will be totally in charge of all his worldly belongings. I feel like it's a fair swap.