Yes, it's official, we are moving. The whole neighborhood knows, the ward here AND the ward in our new city knows (gosh, the Mormon world is small!), and I am awaiting a call from our realtor as I blog so I can get cracking on putting an offer on a house that, according to her, is going to go fast if we don't ACT NOW!!!! (Does a realtor ever say anything else? Just once I'd like to hear one say, "oh, you know, this house has been here for SUCH a long time, 1 more week to decide won't make much of a difference.") Anyway.... Jacob knows we are moving. We've talked about it, and we've dragged him around on enough house hunting exhibitions that he's pretty much hip to the idea. But, just today, he said, "Wait, if we get a new house, does that mean I can't go to my best friend's house?" Well, um, technically, I suppose it is possible that he could go to his friend's house, but it's definitely not something that will happen say, more than once a year. Maybe. Jacob may understand what's happening, but I don't think he gets it. As a kid, we did not move around very much. I moved once that I can remember, from L.A. to Salt Lake when I was 10, and, well, I was fairly traumatized. I got over it, I guess, but it certainly wasn't my idea of fun, and I wasn't pleased at all with the whole thing. Like I said, we only did it once, so maybe if I did it more, I would have gotten better at the making friends immediately aspect of the whole thing. I have often wondered if there was something my parents could have done to soften the blow at all. I was certainly old enough to figure things out for myself, and I'm sure my parents' attitude was, "The kids'll be fine. They'll adjust." Which, of course, we did. But I still wonder if there is something we can do to make this transition easier for our son who is badly going to miss his neighborhood and school friends. They might fade easily after time (Do I remember friends from when I was 4? Hmm...hardly), but I think in the meantime things might be hard. Any thoughts?