Moving

After an intense time of decision-making, followed by packing up and deep cleaning nearly the entire house in less than two weeks, we're back in BC.  It's been a long journey, much more than just a physical one.
We were only gone for six months.  In some ways, it feels like we hardly left, in others, it feels like we've been gone for years.  Like in those stories where the characters leave, have a plethora of experiences, and return  to find that nothing has really changed where they came from.
I used to have a really hard time with change, especially if life was comfortable, and going smoothly.  "Why mess things up?" I thought.  But really, keeping things the same is only one step away from stagnancy, and that's a bad thing.  
Although I'm still not always a huge fan of change, I'm beginning to embrace it more and more, learning to adapt to different homes, different people, even different ideas.  
The last one is tricky, finding the balance between being open-minded, willing to admit that you may not know the complete truth, but also being grounded in what you do know to be true, and not budging on that.  
So here we are, in our little "English cottage" in British Columbia.  Things are settling down, it's looking more like a home every day.  We're adjusting to being back here, with the people we love in BC, away from the people we love in Alberta.  It's good to be back.