The Road Beckons

 If I were an eloquent writer....

(What IS the definition of that anyway?)  Smile.

I could write how the house echo's. Not just with emptiness, but with so many memories.

What it makes me feel like to wake up one last time in the upstairs room of the house we've called home for the last 2 1/2 years.

How going down the stairway, driving in the driveway, seeing the sunrise thru the east livingroom windows and watching the sunset thru the wide porch windows on the west always reminds me that this was my sister's home that we spent many hours together at, and we and our kids made so many memories at.

Brainstorming how to open up the scrapbook store, remodeling, birthday parties, family gatherings, cousin time and planning and hosting two beautiful country weddings.
Probably more than a "few" other momentous occasions I missed mentioning.

The Road beckons.
This moving thing has been a very long extended emotional roller coaster.

It started at the new year with a gut feeling that this was going to be a year of change.

Soon after, husband applied for a new job, meaning a totally new career on the other end of the state.
The weeks were agonizing not knowing if he would get it or not, knowing if he did it would mean
a huge up-heavel to our life here.
Finally the first of March we got notice.  He got the job.
Two weeks later he's gone, 250 mi. away, leaving the kids and I on this end.

The year is a blur. "weekend" trips that were way to short and to filled with necessities to accomplish much, or have hardly any family time.
Waiting for his 3 mo. probationary period to be up so we could start looking for a place out there to live.
Not finding anything and finally giving up, figuring we'd just have to continue the living across the state thing.....
and the next day he finds a house available.

A house that is exactly in the area that we were hoping for, but one that needs lots of work to make it livable.  A house that is too small for us, but that we can make do until something different comes along which makes the whole idea of moving even more difficult for me, knowing that it is only temporary and I will have to go thru the pain and work of moving again.

If I could write, I could tell how moving away from my family here;
My mom, my sister whom I've worked together with (and played) with for so many years now.
My other sister who's lived down the street or just down the road.
Our oldest son and his very special little family.  Four sweet grandkids that I loved
having pop in with their bright smiles and "HI" Grammie!
Husbands mother, his two sisters.
Our/ my friends, our church family and the community that we have spent most of our life in--
Is so difficult that I pretty much pull a "Scarlett O'hera and say:
"I'll think about that tomorrow".  Or not.


I would write of the friends that we've known "forever", spent so much time with, have made so
many memories with.  Some of the ones who moved to this community from other places and then
moved on but made a special spot in our lives.
I'm thankful beyond words that we have a stronger bond of love that binds us together than just our friendship and sweet memories.
I would write of a special friend who's health issues kept us from enjoying our last months together before moving. Of my "other" sister--but how can you put into words what the heart feels?

I would write a huge elegant THANK YOU to our friends who sent/gave a picture, a note and some special memories to be put into a memory book for us, put together by my very dearest older sister.


If I could put into words,
I could tell how much I'm looking forward to being close to four of our other children,
the joy of having five other grandchildren near-by and the joy of being near by when
the next three "soon" to be due grandchildren arrive on the scene.

I would tell you how very much your friendship means to me, how much I love the memories of the
years here, how much I enjoy seeing your comments on my blog
and how much I enjoy seeing your posts and comments on facebook.
Yes, I am a facebook adict.  I'm not ashamed to admit it.
I love the connection it brings.  The little blips of news, mostly happy and up-beat,
sometimes to share sorrow.  Sometimes just the daily grind, sometimes the weariness or cry
that makes me pray for you and share in your "weals and woes".
I love seeing how your family is growing and hearing what you are doing.

I love that we're connected in so many ways and even tho we're going to be "western Nebraskans" instead of living smack in the middle of the state we're really only as far away as our heart strings are long.

That was a lot of words.

The vehicle needs loaded.
The road beckons. 


See you later! ♥