It’s entertaining for me to see my husband stripped of his electronics. On his last day of work he had to relinquish his blackberry and computer. He’s on vacation for a week between jobs, though I remind him it is a working week, not a week of leisure. I seem to feel it’s necessary to remind him of this fact often because of the way he is floating. I believe I need to tie him to the ground. His usual tethers, the phone and computer, have been taken. At first he was twitching and bumping into things. Then he started using mine, and it became clear I don’t like to share my computer or my phone with anyone.
I might have assumed he wouldn’t have any emails to do since one job was finished and the next one has not yet begun, but, he is busy getting our bank account set up for Kirabo Seeds, and the relocation department in the new company has flooded us with information. I’ve been through this process of moving so many times that I sigh and think, here we go again. The invasion of realtors, assessors, buyers, paperwork has begun. They are crowded outside my front door like paparazzi.
I’m not ready for that crowd yet. I actually see myself holding up my hand requesting silence and turning my head. I have plenty to do right now that doesn’t include messy demands. I want to decide when the intrusion begins. I want to feel like I have some sense of control over how much time I give to these matters. I refuse to be buried. I prefer an orderly line and not a clamoring, pushy, expectant crowd. I don’t feel tired just thinking about moving. I feel like a boxer who has come back into the ring, I’ve trained, I’m taped up, I’m strong, I’ve got endurance, and I’ve got my winning attitude ready to go.
A package arrived from the realtor in our new city. This ushered in memories of times past when we were set to move to an area of the country I knew nothing about. That package was the first taste of what it would be like for our family. Knowing the new location brings some level of comfort to the magnitude of work it is to move a family our size across the country. When I saw this package sitting on the counter I almost wanted to ignore it. But, while I ate my lunch I scanned through the brochures, skipped the house listings, surveyed maps, flipped through the local magazine and delighted with the realization there are so many galleries and museums where we will be. I am so thankful we will be in the hill country of Texas. I need some nature. I closed the package, and felt secure knowing it will all be fine. But I didn’t need to look at a single house listing there. I already know I’ll be very happy in the next stop. I always am.
Without thinking much about it I know the first thing we do is find the best high school that is closest to where Craig works. Then I will decide on neighborhoods, and whichever house is available when we are available to buy is the one where we will live. After ten moves, this becomes somewhat of an automatic routine. I have no fear or deep emotion about the procedure because God has always been one step ahead of my decisions showing me the way. I know there is a buyer for his house, and there is a house for us to buy. The timing of it all isn’t one bit in my control. I surrender to that easily this time.
It wasn’t always that way. I used to have panic about the details all working out exactly the way I wanted them to go. I used to fall in love with a house before ours sold convincing myself that was the only house in the world for me. I see now how useless it is to attach emotion to a house especially when we only live in them for no more than three years. Home is not a place. Home is the way we relax together, eat together, laugh, play and share ourselves with one another. We never have to let go of home, we only let go of a house. (my gardens are a different story.)
A corporate move is posh. It’s like riding in a limo versus a bucket. I won’t have to pack a thing, move a piece, or even get dirty. I will, of course. I’m one of the working wives that movers know are set apart we can’t help ourselves but roll up our sleeves and get busy. The most important thing I need to do is organize our things so when we unpack it isn’t complete chaos. I am already organized. So anything I do from here is icing. I’ve had to have my house ready for a “showing” so many times that I’ve actually learned to live with my home in showing condition. It’s easier to maintain than it is to establish. Usually realtors walk in and say, don’t change a thing. It’s a comfort to know the process of moving is just a series of steps. I don’t need to strangle them with emotion and turn it into some sort of struggle. Its best if I keep my emotions applied to my family and the work for the orphanage because there is where they are worth my energy, time and thought.
I do like an adventure. An adventure makes me feel like I sparkle. We are about to have one … again.