Coming And Going

If there is one thing you can count on in life, it is change.  There's no sense getting your britches in a bunch because as soon as you've worked up a good tizzy, the situation will change, maybe for the good or maybe worse, but it will change.  My family is in a state of flux (that's a close neighbor to the state of confusion).  Pete (middle son), who has lived so far away for so long, will be moving to the area within a month.  As he explained, he is not a "hill person," so plans to be within driving distance to Farview, but in a more urban area in the valley.  Hey, that works for me!

About the time I was celebrating getting all my chicks back in the nest, or at least in the same tree, Larry (youngest son) dropped the bomb that he is moving to Hawaii.  Hawaii??!!  Might as well be the moon.  He's got a job lined up and a place to stay, the whole nine yards.  I feel now as I did years ago when my daughter announced she was moving to Long Island.  I found it is possible to feel happy and devastated, proud and pitiful, at the same time.  I don't see my Kids all that often, but I know that should the need or wish arise, I could, as long as they're in California.

Regardless of where they live as adults, all my Kids are southern California kids at heart.  As when I moved to Sacramento, I wondered how I would cope so far away from the ocean.  Pete will have pangs of longing, and Larry will be in his element.  I understand.

Larry's news included the fact that he'll be gone in another week.  Aarrgh.  With so little notice, it's hard to get a goodbye party arranged with his siblings.  For crying out loud, I've still got a Christmas tree in the living room waiting for a couple of latecomers, and we all knew when Christmas was.  There's no chance Pete can make it, Dave has been working 10-hour days six days a week, and Deb and Craig have contracted for an important delivery, so Larry's farewell bash may be him, Clay, and me.  Ta da!

Coming and going, hello and goodbye.  Life is changing...again.