We didn’t want to miss the last day of school for The Bug, but we had to vacate the house on Thursday, so we stayed at a hotel in Rosenberg. Waking up this morning, I was right there in Fort Bend County, yet I felt so far away.
Driving west on I-10, and The Guy looks at me and says, “You know… home isn’t behind us anymore.” Pause.
My smart ass said, “Technically, honey, we are driving our home right now.”
He wasn’t amused. And I see his point. We are going toward a new place and new house somewhere up there in the top left corner.
But really, think about that. We are between houses. Between jobs. Between the dream and reality of moving across the country.
Yet, at the end of the day, I’m right where I’m supposed to be. Together with my family and DOING the thing we talked about. Not just wishing or wondering what it would be like.
Tension is high right now. A lot of emotional wreckage to sort through. A lot of plans to build on. Plus, spending every. waking. moment. together in the car with our kids. For fouurtteennn dayzzzz.
Making things happen is what we do. Not just me. Or Holton. Us, together with our brilliant and adventurous girls. We are doers. We create our own future, one day at a time.
So when doubt creeps in, or when we lose sight of the goal, I remember why we started. And for all the goodbyes, I think about the big hello and all the love we take with us — and walk into — when we get to the other side. Who else gets a chance to do that?
The Top Left Corner Life 