Shocking!

Big news from Texas! The Naults are moving to the Big D... Dallas.

Mark has accepted a promotion to Division Operations Manager with NAPA that will relocate our family to Dallas (Coppell/Grapevine/Flower Mound area). I have absolutely loved our time in San Antonio but for our family, it's absolutely the right thing to do and the timing is relatively good with Jacob transitioning to middle school and Lucas transitioning into elementary. The timing is also NOW ... and we hope to be settled into a new home before school starts, if at all possible. 

I don't know many details yet. We have a realtor here but the house isn't on the market - maybe by the end of this week. The kids took the news well. So many of their friends have moved over the years that it's not a completely foreign topic of discussion. They are excited about some things and I'm sure will be upset about some things. We are packing up as much as we can to de-clutter and will begin house hunting there soon.

I've heard that DFW is great, but a little more pretentious, high-maintenance, and superficial, so I hope to be too busy to notice. I get to keep both my work-from-home jobs for Jennifer Massey Designs (jewelry) and NatureSweet Tomatoes, which is a bonus. And we have no plans to root for any of those blasted Dallas sports teams either. Mark will probably be traveling a lot more. His territory will cover Omaha, KC, OKC, Dallas, Houston, SA and Little Rock. I just hope to find a nice little corner of normalcy with great schools to raise the kids for a while. 

I am very disappointed not to be able to fulfill my term as PTA president next year. It feels like I've been training for the PTA Olympics the last two years and right before my event, my citizenship was revoked! The PTA has rallied, however, and like the Miss America pageant, the first vice president has assumed the role of president with my resignation. Her first email to the board started like this: "I am certain that you were as shocked as I when Shannon dropped what she affectionately referred to as "the bomb..." 

So, it feels like I've been dropping bombs on people left and right this week. Some calls are much harder to make than others. Some people need to be told in a public place so they don't kill me on the spot. Everybody says the nicest things, a true testament to the wonderful friends we have made in our eight years here. Although since we're in the eighth year of our seven-year adjustable rate mortgage ... maybe it's for the best. 

More to come ...