Making it all happen was exactly the horrific nightmare I thought it would be. From the packing, to the selling of so many things, the movers and the last day when we watched our things get shifted around and shoved into the back of a very large shipping container. Surreal.
Most people will never know that feeling. I grew up in a town full of them. I just spent the last 5.5 years in another town very similar. Small are towns are so wonderful for so many reasons. But, the not-so-wonderful side is dark and yucky for the same many reasons. I will revisit this next…
I am currently back in the same town I called home for 19 years, staying in the same home my Mom still lives. Only, this time it is our kidlets and I. I have good days and sad. The feelings are always that my Family is separated. Sometimes my heart aches knowing there is such great distance and other times, I am excited to know that this is just temporary and big things await.
That last night in Fallon, I tearfully walked into the empty house that was just the shell remains of what has been our home, to say goodbye to the place where we made memories for the first five years of Dave and I being a Family. It was much harder than I thought it would be. In fact, it was breathtaking and devastating. The hardest part was the attempt to hold it all in. I just couldn’t crack or our kids would be afraid of this huge change that we have sold to them is an adventure. It is that, a big adventure, an exciting adventure full of things to learn about the world outside our America.
I walked back outside the house and into the garage to find none other than Leslie there, prepared to pick up my big, sappy and sobbing buns off of the floor. But, I was holding it in, barely. The kids were loaded in the van with our suitcases. It was official. We were homeless and I was going to make an attempt to drive through the night to my Moms, starting our journey at 8pm after 3 days of packing and moving. Ambitious, I know. I didn’t make it. I could barely keep my eyes open by midnight. So, we pulled into the circle entry of the Turlock Holiday Inn and I pulled out my handy-dandy Mac, highjacked the Wi-Fi from Starbucks across the street, looked up the front desk number and enlisted the help of the Hotel clerk. She went above and beyond to make this easy for me. All three kids were asleep making for ideal driving but, I just could not stay awake another hour let alone the 2.5 we had left to drive. So, we checked in and I signed from the car. Then managed to wake each child and move us from the car to bed in the next 15 minutes. I swear, I couldn’t even believe I pulled that off.
Well, we made it. We are in Tulare for our stint until we fly home to Dave. I have found respite in the local gym. There I have 2.5 hours a day of childcare to use while I regain some of my sanity. I have tried this exercise class called, Zumba. It is fun and Hysterical. I love it. I love to laugh at myself.
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