Sometimes a move, ends up being a return. Many of us think that retiring, and moving somewhere new is what your supposed to do, so we up and do it, usually somewhere warm. But, there are often things that pull us back.
I find myself in that situation right now.
We sacrificed everything we worked for, for many years, to travel when we retired. We sold out, tossed our ditty bag in the truck and took off, we wound our way through state after state, ended up in Arkansas, and most recently in Florida. We had been here about a year when my daughter and her husband showed up with some very important news. We were becoming, *GASP* Grandparents! Suddenly things took on a whole new light. No longer were we free and easy, now there was a "little one" involved.
As she was born, grew, and came to visit us, we began talking about going back. Returning to our home state. After all who was going to buy her, her first BB gun, or teach her to fish, or give her her first pony ride. By gosh, it was gonna be us!
The end result is me looking intently for a new position of employment in Missouri, and packing things up in anticipation of loading our worldly belongings into a moving truck, and making the 18 hour drive to Missouri. To be honest, its daunting, having to repack everything we moved down here with, and get rid of things we don't really want or need, all over again- you know, the stuff we accumulate while we "live".
This time is different, we don't have an enclosed trailer that I can park in the front yard, and take 6 weeks to pack everything I want to keep. That's long gone, sold right after we moved in. Instead, I have a truck, rented from a local rental place, a couple of days to pack it, and we are outta here. Everything has to fit, everything important has to go, all at one time- like I said, daunting.
There's my hope chest, that goes to my daughter, that should have stayed in Missouri to begin with. There's the saddle my Dad bought me years ago, and his wooden desk chair, that had belonged to his father, and his before that. There's no way I could leave it behind. At least one mattress has to go so we have something to sleep on, I'd much rather take both. There's photos, and albums, and books, the computer, the TV, and it goes on and on. How much "stuff" can you fit in a 16 foot truck? I'm not sure, and I'm certainly not sure I can fit all of our "stuff" in it. But, by gosh I'm going to make it work, because there's a little girl in Missouri who needs to learn how to fish.