There is a time and place for everything, or so I would like to think. I tell myself that my life has been stable, placid and unchanging. I lived in the same apartment for nearly 20 years, and have worked at the same place for 25 years. Yet not everything has been the same.
There have been trips to Italy, England, Scotland, India and Egypt. I had a long time roommate who relocated, so that I could make the space at home my own. Neighbors came and went, from neutral, to horrendous and finally to pleasant and friendly. And then within the last two years my life turned upside down.
It all started when I joined an on-line match service. I met and married my husband, and moved from the apartment that I had finally made into a cozy nest ... into a bachelor's townhome with a nineteen year-old step-son. From tranquility to chaos.
My husband had worked for his company for 25 years as well: a recipe for stability, yes? Within a short time, there were layoffs at his firm, and then reorganization at mine. With change being dictated to us, we decided to take advantage of it. So now we are planning to uproot and move cross-country.
He is looking for a job in the mid-Atlantic region, and I am waiting until he finds one to search for my position. Then it will be time to madly pack and discard and prepare to move us, his son, and a crotchety cat from here to there. Wherever "there" might be. A new and different world awaits.