I’ve been on a cloud for over a week. Nine days ago I left a job I enjoyed to move 550 miles closer to my kids; I packed my belongings into boxes, and my boxes and furniture into a truck. I went out-of-town Sunday night, with everything behind a padlocked truck door, and drove North for 2.5 days of training. I stayed in a hotel and watched the Cardinals beat the Astros, twice.
I left training Wednesday afternoon absolutely exhilarated and convinced I made the right career and life move with this transition. Then I mourned my daughter’s fifth birthday; I was not with her. We skyped and I watched her open her gifts. My son too – he got his very own box with brand new cowboy boots.
It was heartbreaking, but, honestly, I didn’t spend too much time worrying about it because I was in a tornado of time management. It was all I could think about as I drove the Columbia to St. Louis, MO leg, coming down from training, alone, anticipating our skype time, but it was laughter and smiles as the kids and I had our hour together, and then it was logistics, schedules, and gas mileage.
My dad and cousin left in the moving truck while my mom and I finished my good-byes and the key drop-off. We met up for dinner in Marion, IL, and then drove on to Paducah, KY and spent the night at a hotel. The Cardinals came up short against the Astros.
Thursday we drove from Paducah to Atlanta, GA; I signed the lease and we unloaded the truck, the entire truck, and went out to return the truck and eat dinner; we assembled the beds with what fumes we had left. Crash, everyone, all night without a single stir.
Friday was all the nit-picky nonsense of moving into an apartment that is part of an apartment community, or, shit full of complex papers. We got all the furniture into the right room, the washer and dryer set up, and all the boxes into the right area. I put everyone on a plane and came back to the silent emptiness that is my home. I slept because I was too tired not to.
Saturday morning Donkey sent a text that his father had died, and, after a couple of texts back and forth, I didn’t ask for skype time. Donkey’s dad died. I feel no sadness. I grew to disrespect him thoroughly after I left that family. The protégé’s mentor is no more.
I used my entire day to arrange big pieces exactly where I wanted them, to go to the grocery store and get milk and flowers, and put some books in order on the bookshelf.