~and this adventure called life began~

Tiny cabin living will soon come to an end.  You know, it's not been the worst experience I have ever gone through in 63 years of living.  There have been plenty of ups and downs to it all.  I like to look at the last 30 days at the local KOA as a life lesson in gratitude, one that I shall forever remember.  The day after tomorrow on Saturday, we will start to load everything we brought here into the car.  Sunday afternoon when Mike gets off work we will head north to Newkirk to be there for the closing on the new house Monday morning.  Then it will be back to Burkburnett in the evening so we will be here for work and school on Tuesday.  

 We are learning to live our life together in stages right now.  
It hasn't been easy, but it can be done.
Mike and I are living proof of that.

 And although I do not consider myself to be a "material girl" in any way, there are surely some of my possessions that I have missed not having since we put our belongings into storage now well over a month ago.  They brought a sense of comfort and normalcy to me each day, and I will be glad when I can have them back.  At times I feel displaced without them, and I long to see them once again.

 Soon enough, I will.  

 The place at the old house here that I miss the most is this one.

Many evening hours were spent sitting at my desk here in Burkburnett.  It had belonged to my sister Sherry and after she passed away, Mike helped me to bring it home to our house.  Every evening I would be sitting in that aqua colored chair that we brought all the way from Colorado in 2015.  Usually the desk top didn't look this pristine.  Rather, more often than not it was strewn with papers to grade from school or newspapers that were waiting for the crossword puzzles to be cut out.  Blogpost after blogpost was written here, usually in the very early morning hours of the day.  Gus would wake up with me and sit by my side as he waited for over an hour for Mike to get up.  

 It will be nice to get the desk and most of all our sweet Gus back once again.

 It takes a tremendous amount of faith to follow the plan God sets before us, and I believe with all of my heart that he does.  There have been discouraging times since this all started back with the idea 6 months ago of moving in the first place and carrying on until this very morning.  The road to get to Newkirk has been paved with plenty of detours, numerous mountains to climb, and an occasional thought of ~ 
"Will we EVER make it there?"
Both Mike and I agree that the days have been both painfully slow and unbelievably quick, all at the same time.  We are starting to see that proverbial light at the end of the tunnel, and hold fast to the knowledge that we are going to make it there after all.  The days have been difficult, but I suppose nothing that is really worth striving for would ever come easy.  If it did, we wouldn't appreciate having it near as much.

 So until we get from here to there, Mike and I are doing the only thing we know to do.
We hold hands and stick together.


Box Canyon near Ouray, Colorado
January of 2013
5 months later we were married and this adventure called life began.







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