The official part of every single move starts with the same things: the arrival of the cardboard with it’s own unique smell infusing the air, the sound of packing tape being ripped off the roll emanating from every room, little numbered stickers marking the furniture, the massive truck pulling up in front of the house.
After 25 military moves this was our first civilian move. The physical aspects of moving were the same, the cardboard, the packing tape, the little colored stickers, the arrival of the truck…but the rest of it was radically different.
This time, instead of the Air Force telling us what direction to go, we were responsible for the road taken. Yes, the job was in a specific city, but the decision to take that job was ours alone. This time, our future was in our own hands.
This transition has been a long one and the road has stretched out before us for almost two months. However, we were lucky enough to have generous friends who offered us the use of the original camp house which sits on their property, next to the home they live in, while we waited for the closing on our own home.
And that particular offer has made all the difference in the world.
Instead of cooling our heels in a small rented apartment with a large Lab, we’ve enjoyed this charming little home, with an expansive view of a lake along one whole side. For two months our lives have been graced with the many moods of the water.
And while the view has been amazing, what has really made the difference was the cementing of a friendship in ways that we never expected. And for that we are grateful. This road takes a turn this Saturday when we begin sleeping in our own home but these past two months have been a wonderful interlude in this thing we call life.
Thank you Pat and Murray; you have changed our lives in many ways. We are blessed.