Being Me…

and discovering that that is quite the roller coaster ride. Wanna come along?


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New home, new medicine, new hope…

What a week!  We went to look at a townhouse Wednesday night, went out to apply to rent it last night, and found out today that we’re approved.

Also on Wednesday, our 1-year-old started hormone injections.  The insurance company, with a surprising show of heart, decided to approve the outrageously expensive treatment and FedExed the injections to us.  The theory is that they will stop her seizures and return her EEGs to normal.  She’ll get a shot a day for 3-4 weeks.

Oh…and the move-in date for the new townhouse?  A week from tomorrow!  Yay!

Suddenly, that teeny, tiny flicker of hope deep, deep inside of me is leaping and growing and bouncing about.

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Changes are afoot…

It looks like we are going to sell our townhouse and move back to the Virginia Beach area, where are families are waiting to help us. We’ve been fighting this fight to get back on our feet for a long time now and I think we have to recognize that we need help.

This has been a tough decision to make. Neither of us expected to be in this position, at our ages, with two young children. (Of course, who does expect to have to move home once you’ve moved out on your own?) But making this decision has relieved a certain amount of stress. At least we’ve DECIDED something and we can start taking action.

It grieves me a bit. I hate the thought of selling our townhouse. It is our home, and it is the only home the kids have known. Yeah, it has issues that I wanted to fix, but you know, it has been cozy and comfortable. I’m going to miss it. I’m going to miss our neighborhood, with the lovely paths for walking and the nice playgrounds for the kids. I’m going to miss the convenience of so much about this area.

I feel like this is the right decision, but I don’t necessarily like it. Sigh.