Some journeys are lengthy and take time to unfold. Last year, around mid-February, Mad Dog shared with me that his job could change. This change would mean we would relocate to Texas. Mostly, I handled this possibility with an open mind (mostly). I expressed to Mad Dog that I was absolutely willing to move our family to support him in his career.
Done deal.
Then, some weeks passed, then some months. Months turned into a year and yet, a move did not materialize.
While I was open-minded to moving, I handled the uncertainty surrounding it with much less aplomb.
Eventually, I gave up. I stopped looking at houses, stopped discussing a Texan future and focused on staying put.
I have learned enough to know that home is not a location. Home is about the life, love and adventure you create wherever you are.
Naturally, once I let go of the outcome, this is when we finally found out that Mad Dog was promoted and everything changes.
We both agree it is surreal to finally have closure. After well over a year of not-knowing, not-knowing becomes your comfort zone. Knowing feels strange.
Now we know.
Texas here we come!
