This is a response to everyone who wants to know why we are moving.
The last couple of months have been crazy. For a while we have known that we
wanted needed to be closer to family, we thought that would be in Florida where I have lived over half my life. My husband started applying to companies in the Orlando area where my sister lives, but we knew it would be a longshot in his industry. Then we got word of some medical complications at my in-laws. Unfortunately they are in New York and getting to see them has not been easy in the last couple of years. So we waited by the phone, D calling when he could, getting word through his sisters on Facebook. Finally, we got word that D’s brother was home after complications. We realized this could happen again at any time. We needed to go see him and it needed to happen now.
Then D got a call from a company in Philadelphia. Would we be interested in moving there?
The Northeast is not somewhere we ever thought we would find ourselves: too cold, too grey, too crowded. However after a
long, cold ass short, not-so-cold-by-local-standards winter we figured if we were going to be cold, we should at least be cold near family.
The scramble to pack and purge began, and so here I sit, surrounded by boxes, furniture paired down to bookcases, two armchairs, and our master bedroom furniture, all the other stuff has been donated or junked. Every time I have picked something up to put it in a box, I have asked myself if I really
wanted loved it, if the answer was “no” or “maybe,” it never made it into the box. Even so, we have way too much stuff.
Well, I am supper tired and a hard cider is calling my name from the fridge. Tomorrow is our last day in Sioux Falls, and then it’s on to Philly!
See you from the road.