I’ve done this before. It’s over 110 and we are moving furniture and boxes in Arizona. The difference is this time we are moving out and one year ago we were moving in. Another year, another place, off to the next big adventure.
A little over three and a half years ago I left my island home with my best friend, my love, to pursue a new course in life. We arrived in Minnesota in the dead of winter, bought a little farm a year later, and packed it all up and headed to Arizona (with a short stopover in Oklahoma) a little over a year after that. We were chasing a dream. Or maybe we were just chasing life. Trying to keep up with it and hoping to get one step ahead eventually. Life started feeling like one day that blended into the next without much to mark the time until someday we would get where we were planning to go. Except, as time passed, it became less and less clear as to where that was. Days were a juggling act of getting to work on time, making organic baby/toddler food, getting the dog out for walks and weekend visits to the dog park, preparing for the next day, and getting to sleep in time to do it all again the next day. During brief moments of clarity or nostalgia I would wonder where that person I use to be had gone. Adventures, weekend getaways, travels across the world, hobbies. I didn’t even have hobbies any more, let alone time to do the bigger things. But, I had the family I loved and we were going to get back to all that one day.
Then, one day at work, I heard from a co-worker that jobs were being cut as early as the following day. It all came to a screeching halt. Panic set in. This wasn’t going to work. We were never going to get to where we wanted to go at this rate, wherever that was. Even if my job was not the first one cut it was clear it would be one of these days, and I wasn’t interested in waiting around to find out exactly which day that would be. So the plan for this latest adventure was started that night, yes, over Jamison margaritas and a couple of messages to our previous co-workers and friends on our old island home. It was time to pack it all up, step out of the race, and return to the islands.