I have never really liked the beach.

We're moving.

I'm not sure why this comes as such a shock to me. Before we landed in Roseville, David and I moved 11 times in nine years, including an overseas stint. We have spent most of our time in Roseville thinking we probably wouldn't be here long. I am not sure how we kept up that pretense since we have now been here 13 years. But after years of thinking we'll be moving soon, we actually are. David was transferred to the Bay Area

We spent time looking for houses. We looked all over, high and low, near and far, had a heart attack at the prices of houses, and thought perhaps David driving three hours one-way for a commute wouldn't be so bad after all. But after a month of long-distance commuting and being away from the family, he found that the commute was as bad as we originally thought, and we kicked our house hunting into high gear.

The kids were very excited. They thought we would be on House Hunters. I was excited, because after many discussions with David, I thought we were on the same page as to what we wanted in a house. The kids ended up being disappointed because they discovered being on TV was not in our near future after all. I ended up being disappointed because apparently David and I are not as similar as we thought in what we want in a house and where we want said house to be.

But we finally found a house. And I have discovered that God really likes to laugh at me. Because we will be living near a beach. Most people would probably say, "That's amazing! You are so lucky!" And maybe I am. People obviously like it. After all, don't half of the episodes of House Hunters International involve people looking for beachfront property? My general feeling about beaches, however, is that they are really great, except for all that sand. When I told my friend where we were going, she started laughing hysterically. When she could finally breathe, she said, "I can't believe the girl with major texture issues is going to be living next door to the beach!" (Stop being so envious of my super supportive friends. You can't have her. She's mine.)

I now have a few short weeks to learn to love the beach. I'm hoping this will help.

The view from our house.

Half Moon Bay, here we come.