On the Move

Yesterday, in the midst of the wreckage that was once our master suite, Jim and I packed up everything needed for a five month stay in a rental house while our new home is under construction. He handed me a photo.

“Remember this?”

In my hand was a snapshot taken of us in Spain in 2011 in the walled medieval town of LaGuardia. I’d added ridiculous captions to the photo that had to do with a private joke about underpants. The photo was inside a small box with a gift I’d given to Jim a few moments before they wheeled me away for yet another surgery almost exactly one year before.

Moving is horrific and wonderful. All day long we snipped at each other, arguing about tiny details, squabbling over where or how or when to do certain things. That photo put things in their true perspective. Jim and I have been through many difficult life experiences together. The petty bickering was merely background noise. Yes, moving sucks. But it sure beats where we were a year ago and both of us are grateful. Exciting new challenges and more bad jokes about underpants lie ahead for us.

Arizona here we come. Farewell Vancouver, Washington. We will miss you.