I expected this move to require a lot of work. I expected to be frustrated and overly stressed occasionally. I expected that I would feel lost for a while. I expected to provide emotional support for our girls as they transitioned to a new home/school (surprisingly, they haven't needed much). I expected Vermont to feel a little foreign and mysterious. I expected to feel cold and damp. What I hadn't counted on was the combination leaving me feeling completely disoriented, which caused some moments of panic... "what the heck were we thinking!"
Fortunately, the anxiety has subsided significantly. I've scrubbed and unpacked the house enough that it's starting to feel like home. We've met our friendly neighbors (a family a few doors down with a little girl, and a family across the street with two young boys). We are able to sit outside in the evenings and chat while the kids play. One of our neighbors also works at IBM so he and Jacob are able to car pool. We have a fantastic ward with amazing people. We've been invited to do play dates, BBQ's, and dinners. The cold rainy weather has changed, and Vermont is warm and green. We feel so lucky to be here. It took us 5 days to unload our furniture between rainstorms.