My daughter/husband/ grandchildren--and cat-- are now winging their way over the northern climes of our great country as I type. All of their worldly possessions are on a moving van somewhere between Illinois and Seattle, as is their car. Through the wonders of technology, I could be in touch with them until they were put in "airplane mode" and am tracking their flight. I won't be settled until they are at their day's destination: Microsoft corporate housing in the Seattle area. After several weeks of discombobulation, just being in a place they can call home until they can find where they want to live will be a relief. They will be exhausted. They won't be able to find things. They will be impatient. I am praying for them. Please join me. They need all the help they can get!
I'm not at all happy about these changes, for selfish reasons. Our nomadic life as Navy dependents when I was a kid left a mark on me. It wasn't all bad. I think I lived much of my life hoping that others would take care of me, but my reality was that I was on my own. I learned, through divorce and experience, that I was stronger than even I knew. I still am...to my own detriment, sometimes. Do I think I am always in control? HA! Not even a little. But I keep trying. That's just human.
So...as the winter moves from the holidays into reality, I am digging in to make life as palatable as I can with what I have. I ain't much, baby, but I'm all I've got!
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