February 23, 2012


So my previous post about moving to Denver was somewhat stunted. The For Sale sign outside my house was too much of a shock to generate much more, but I'm here now to elaborate.

First of all, this move has been in the works for a while. It was a little under a year ago Donal approached his company about the possibility of transferring. While we are very lucky and grateful they agreed, the formal Let's Do This letter didn't arrive until last month. So... it was a lot of waiting time. (A special thanks to my buddies who bore all those ups and downs with me. I know those conversations were hideously boring.)

So much waiting time, in fact, I didn't even tell my Mom that we were moving until last month. Everybody knew but her. My friends knew, my sister and brother knew, and even my Dad knew. Dad actually found out (thanks to Loose Lips Smyth) over the summer. His reaction? "That's great. But don't tell Karen." Because once you tell Mom something, you can't untell her. And you have to be prepared to talk about it. A lot. But, much to Dad's relief, I finally told her. She was pleased.

As you know, we put our house on the market a couple weeks ago. We've had some viewings and some positive feedback, but no second viewings or offers. I'm not overly concerned, but it would be great if someone loves my green kitchen as much as I do.

Next on the agenda is to head out to Denver to search for our dream home.

Recognise this place? Hint: 80's TV drama that was not Dallas.
My Mom - in all her careless fervor at getting us on the right side of the Atlantic - gallantly volunteered to watch the boys so Donal and I can house hunt in peace. I don't think she believed I would actually take her up on it. I did. She'll be fine. My kids are angels.

The last major step in the process is getting Donal's Green Card. This should be clear-cut, but immigration bureaucracy makes me itchy. Probably due to my own deportation threat (albeit a huge mistake), only a few years ago.

So that's where we are. More to come, certainly, as I'll need to grapple with packing, moving international finances, and getting certificates to prove my kid has had chickenpox.


  1. Funny post. Love the update, and lots of laughs.

  2. I love your green kitchen. The tulips really take it to a new level! :D

  3. Whaaaat? You're all moving? Oh, this makes me mourn that I've squandered you all being here and not seeing you enough. Or ever. It sounds as if it's going to make you really happy though, which is wonderful. Loving your style that you waited till you got citizenship then said 'fingers to it, I'm a-going home!'

    The kitchen is fab - love the Marimekko tea towl.