MOT – I got an offer.
Me – Great news!
MOT – It pays X amount, eligible for insurance, XY&Z for other added benefits…and a house for low rent.
Me – Great…wait what?
In order to fully understand the half heart-ed response, I should first tell you that we owned our home. It was the first home we purchased. This was the house that I healed from the loss of our first child, and where we brought our following two children home to. The house that we would be moving to may as well have been in some far off foreign land instead of being 20 minutes away. Try as I may, the move was going to happen, whether or not our house could be sold. It added extra time to my commute, put my oldest child’s education in question. I had a hard time letting go of the past and my current life to embrace our future.
When the MOT was looking for “bigger and brighter” opportunities close to the end of his time at the old course, I assured him that we would try anything for a year. I would give it one year to figure out what to do with the kids, try to find a new job, assimilate to the area. I figured that was fair. How could I not give him this same offer even if it was only 20 minutes away. I conceded.
As we all know, there is no good time to move in this life. Easter weekend seemed as good a time as any, so I started making preparations, and the MOT started making daily deliveries of stuff to our new house. It took us a full month to fully get our house emptied and into the new place, but I am proud to say that it is now complete, and almost a month later, we are just about unpacked. Let me clarify…just about means that all essential living items are unpacked, but there are many hidden treasures remaining to be unpacked!
As I expected, Easter day, just as we were sitting down to eat (after working on unpacking much of the morning), MOT got the call that we all know is coming at some point….”Are you coming back to check things” (a downfall of MOT’s club manager being an actual MOT himself). So off he went for about twenty minutes while the rest of us ate. Okay, 20 minutes compared to an hour was better than it would have been before the move.
The day that made the craziness of the move worth it came the Saturday before Mother’s Day. Night golf was scheduled at the club. All four of us piled into the club cart and set off to help MOT set up the four holes to be played with glow sticks and light sabers for flag sticks. Not only was it a beautiful evening for a drive around the course, but it was great to see the kids so willing to help daddy, and daddy so willing to have the help of a five year old and two year old (who have great hearts, but sometimes are not the most effective help you can have around).
So maybe this move wasn’t so bad despite the added stress and almost stroking out for a month. Maybe this will work despite not having my morning commute totally figured out yet. Maybe, just maybe, our quality of turf life will improve because of this decision. I might possibly give this move more than a year to work out…if for no other reason than I really don’t want to go through moving that soon!
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Thanks so much for sharing Monica. Your attitude of rolling with punches is inspiring, and I hope it continues to become a positive experience.
My fellow turf wife friend just moved their family to NJ. I am definitely sending this her way :) Rebecca McCurdy