One month ago I embarked on one of the biggest changes of my life. I moved with my family from San Antonio, TX to the Boston area. Well, Boston is a few miles away. I’m living in a suburb.
My husband is in the military. Ah, yes. The glorious life of a military wife.
I drove for 4 days, 2100 miles, 34+ hours, with a 6 year old, a pug, a mother, a husband. It was an
incredible test of my patience adventure.
The pug has gas. She isn’t shy or embarrassed about it either.
Being here has given me the opportunity to look at life a little differently. I can see things differently and feel more relaxed.
Therein lies the problem. While I know I have the ability to relax and enjoy this new experience, I can’t help but worry about getting a job, being available for my family, not running out of wine. That last one is important. We live in the woods it would seem. At least that is how it feels. I have to plan ahead to have the
booze supplies I’ll need.
This is the road to my house.
It’s been great. I know that everything will work out for the best. I have a clean slate where I can write my path down. It’s possible to have the best there is, while not knowing what the specifics are.
Yes, this is a change. I’ve always said I like change, but now I’m going to embrace that philosophy wholeheartedly.