One of the biggest things that has slowed our decision on moving over the years has been taking our kids out of the school they love and away from their friends. The decision would have been easier had our children been part of the `wrong group` our on a downward spiral of destruction.

Unfortunately, they are friends with wonderful kids, in wonderful families and are thriving.

I love to garden, and as I wield my shovel through the garden each fall and spring, dividing, moving and rearranging my plants I often have a bit of fear that I might lose some. Believing in the survival of the fittest and knowing that these are `just plants` I courageously move them and hope that they survive.

But kids are different… Aren’t they.

When we told our kids about our decision to uproot our lives and `replant us` somewhere new, we were honest.  We said that dad wasn’t happy with his job and everyone should have an opportunity to love what they do. We asked them what was important to them, what they wanted their lives to look like.

My 8 year old told me she wanted to live an extraordinary life and she was ready for an adventure.