In the midst of last week - Thursday, to be precise - The Ravishing Mrs. TB made her "final" arrival in New Home 2.0
I say "Final" as this was the final relocation, as paid for by my company, the last of the relocation benefits (excluding her job search benefits, of course): a paid flight with two covered pieces of luggage and a meal voucher to boot. The suitcases were filled with clothes and non-perishables from the store of Produce (A)Isle; the meal voucher was used for a belated Valentine's Day Dinner.
Final arrival, of course, is still a sliding scale thing; there are still a number of trips planned between now and June, including one to pick up her car and get it here. But the final packing of the house in New Home is done, the repairs made. It is a place where we may own a house and even visit, but we no longer live.
It strikes me that this has been one of the longest "relocations" I can think of as this is approximately 11 months after I officially moved here. On the whole that is a thing to be thankful for; I cannot imagine having to do everything we have done in the very short period of time that most people get. And while the period of time may have not been ideal - I suppose in that sense I am lucky that I am pretty good at effectively living on my own - it did enable The Ravishing Mrs. TB to tie up a number of loose ends in a way that a shorter period of time might not have.
Thankfully, that is all done. And now, we are here.
Congratulations on Final Reunification TB! Of course you realize that The Ravishing Mrs. TB managed to live effectively alone herself during those eleven months........... :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Nylon12!
DeleteFair point. Also, she has s dair better social network than I, so likely this will be a step back for her until she re-establishes a new one.
You have finished that chapter and started a new one. Oh what stories you will create in that new chapter!
ReplyDeleteIt really is, Ed. There are s few epilogue moments to take care if, but eyes to the future for sure.
DeleteIt's been almost a year already? It surely hasn't seemed like that long, but I suppose when one only comes around every few days (and quietly on many of them, at that) it's easier to lose perspective on time.
ReplyDeleteSeems life is finally returning to the mean, then? Glad to hear it, and it seems the interim has been busy enough without being wholly overwhelming.
P_P - It has almost been a year, hard as that is to believe. It does not seem that long at all.
DeleteA "mean" is coming, though I honestly do not know what it looks like yet. Only the faintest of outlines at this point.
Like the David Bowie song "Changes".
ReplyDeleteLife IS. Surf the changes my friend.
Ride or die, Michael.
DeleteOr more technically, Ride and Die. Not like we get out of this alive (physically, anyway).