Late at night, I really do get sad thinking about leaving our home in Texas – not so much the house but I think it’s that we truly are closing out one chapter in our lives and beginning a new chapter. The lifestyle we’ve lived here has been hard and often not very rewarding. Hail storms destroyed the fruit on the trees; a late freeze ruined the fruit another year; grasshoppers ate the garden several times.
I went back to see what I had blogged about on this date in 2011 because that’s the day we actually left Missouri on our move to Texas. For those who don’t remember (and why would anyone other than me remember?), I left Nevada, MO a few hours before Vince did. I got stopped near Claremore, OK just a few cars behind a pretty big accident. Vince ended up getting to the hotel in Claremore at almost the exact same time as I did because he took the first exit (which he had told me to take but GPS told me to take the second exit) and the accident as between the first and second exits so I sat there for a couple of hours waiting for the interstate to be cleared.
This was the last paragraph in my blog post that day:
Vince left home a couple of hours after I did and he got stopped by the wrecks behind me but he took the exit before the exit I took so even though he left home two hours after I did, he got to the hotel about 5 minutes after I did. What a day on the road. Tomorrow we’ll drive the rest of the way to Brownwood and . . a new chapter in our life begins.
Here we are nine years later and that chapter is closing. It was a good chapter. It was our first time as empty nesters – Chad had been away at college but always came home on weekend for his job. Addie was born and we began grandparents. Vince retired . . which is really a chapter on its own!
And now a new chapter begins. We move back to Missouri. We moved here with Speck, the grumpy dachshund. We leave with Rita, the blind chihuahua, and Boots, the sweet kitty.
I wonder if we’re going to find ourselves wondering what to do . . no chickens to care for and clean up after; no fruit trees to water, prune and fertilize; no garden to water, weed, fertilize. It’s going to be interesting.
Apprehension at this point may be normal. We’ve always moved for jobs and it was just the thing to do – no second guessing, no worrying over whether we’re doing the right thing. It’s different this time and as the date gets closer to actually filling up a moving van . . I hope we’ve made the right decision. All we can do at this point is go forward.