So much has happened since we last spoke, I don’t even know where to begin. First, let me say this – Ed and I are doing great! Ok, now for the nitty gritty.
Since about the spring of 2015, Ed knew that he was ready to leave the military, and pursue a civilian career. We talked and prayed a lot as a couple about this, and both felt God pulling us to something new…yet what that new thing would be, we had no idea! We were excited for the future, and tried to be open to any and all possibilities – would God call us back north to Chicago? Near our old family and friends? Maybe Texas – Ed had several job options out that way, and it would be wonderful to spend time with my dear relatives in Austin. Maybe Equidor, or Chili…I mean, everything was on the table at one point or another. My secret hope was that we would stay in the warm weather as I am now thoroughly spoiled by the Florida. Or someplace with water. I love the water. From our home by Orlando, it was about 50 minutes to any beach on the East Coast, and I went as often as I could!
Well, after all this consideration, prayer, and sudo-planning…Ed landed a job…in Florida! He actually had several possibilities, but the best full-time offer came from a Christian news outlet just a little further south…in a beach town! It’s that amazing? Even from Chicago, I prayed for a warmer home, I built my business around a sailing theme, I dreamed of life on the water…and here we are. From out new home, it is 15 minutes to Ed’s office, 15 minutes to the one and only Panera, (it’s a small town, only 2 Starbucks big), and 10 minutes drive down the road and over the bridge to the Atlantic! Ha, can you believe it?
Now, it’s not all sunshine and roses. I mean, it’s Florida, so many days it is, but there is plenty of rain – literally and figuratively. When Ed got the offer, we had to finalize paper work with the army for his separation, (he served 2 full tours, 8 years total, so it wasn’t retirement, just finishing with honor), we had to find a house to rent that would take our dogs, we had to get out of our current lease, (only a month left, but still), and all of this as soon as possible because they were ready for him to start immediately. Well, I looked for houses, but as this is a snow-bird town, and the grannies had all flown south for the winter already, options were slim – only about 3 homes that fit our criteria from week to week, so there was some stress trying to make trips to see something, fill out paper work, and still wait on his military paperwork. God is good, and I believe His timing and plan is perfect, so I will say that I had a lot of inner peace in my heart about this whole move – I still do. However, there was a LOT of external stress when Ed told me the day before Thanksgiving that all the papers came through from the army, our housing application was approved, and were were moving that weekend. WHAT!?! Why are husbands so crazy??
So, I cried. What else is a girl supposed to do? Then I called moving companies, friends, and favors in before the holiday to see who could come help us over the weekend. Thursday, we spent a beautiful relaxing day with friends, and gave thanks. Then, Friday, we woke up, and began Oporation Move-Out with zeal! I had some help to pack all day Friday and Saturday, the movers came Sunday, and I drove back to close up and clean the old house on Monday. Then, that was that. Our new life, post military had begun.
By the way, my health held up through all of the moving process, but by Christmas, I was toast. The last few weeks have been up and down, I think my body and brain are still trying to adjust to everything that has changed. New place, new schedules, different food, (I miss our local organic stores! The selection is not as good here.), and still organizing boxes. Also, the new place might be beach-friendly, but is almost half the size of our last place. Soooo, still trying to figure out where to put stuff, if there is anything to get rid of, and where to store everything else.
When I feel ready to complain through, I just step outside, and feel the wind whipping across the grass from the ocean only a mile away…and yup, life is good.