Carol and I have been married and living in this house for almost 24 years. She was in the house around ten years before that.
There were a few memories.
There were a few...tense...moments.
Reviewing a major segment of your life tends to make you think about where you are taking it next. Is this the right direction? Is this really what we want? Are we doing the "right thing"?
Let me state for the record that there is nothing wrong with living the good life this country has to offer. Most people find comfort in routine. It is certainly easier, and just as fulfilling for most people, to live and raise a family in the same area where they were born. There is nothing wrong, and probably a whole lot right, with that philosophy. It is the foundation on which this country was built.
Carol is the more grounded one. She is much more about making sure everyone else is OK before she turns in for the night. Caring about her has kept me reeled in, and probably kept me sane, certianly more than she knows. A part of me likes being grounded, with a home base.
But I am an adventurer. I've never had much hesitation about going past the end of the street. It gets a little hazy sometimes, and a little dark when you run out of streetlights, but there are things out there that most people, who don't put themselves out of their comfort zone, will never see. I want to see them. Part of the reason Carol chose me, I think, is because she knew this. A part of her wants to go, too.
And so, for the past six months, and especially for the past two weeks, we have danced. Carol to the beat of routine and security, and me to the sirens of the unknown. And then, I realized we were dancing together. Sea Bird is our home now, with all of the familiarity that that encompasses. And at the end of our day of adventures, we can come home to her, and to each other.
And so we are here, with a one year commitment. We left in such a rush, we did not have the opportunity for goodbyes. So goodbye and thanks to our neighbors Jackie and Randy, and Keith and Tammy, who were so supportive of our decision to leave. My buddy of many years Rob, who helped with the final load out, and to his wife Tammy, who loans him to me on request, with no questions asked. And to his mother, Miss Billie, who has been questioning my sanity these many years (Rob checked me, and says, (at least to my face) I'm fine). Alex was there in the end, too, with no expectations (other than protein) All of the Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners have been repaid, in full. And to all of the other friends and family who encouraged, questioned, or muttered under their breath, thank you as well.
Come along with us as we live our adventure. We'll keep you posted.