It is bittersweet to put our place in San Francisco on the market. We landed here feeling things were pretty dire and that we needed to find a place where we could all recover. To put things in context, in the first ten months after my diagnosis, we moved five times, completed six trans-Pacific flights, and three hospitalizations. We were all wiped out - physically, emotionally, and spiritually. We needed a refuge and our small apartment here truly provided it. The three of us also did a lot of growing in this space which the markings on Walt's closet show.
We are deliberately and carefully moving toward returning to Washington. This is a cause for celebration, at the same time being a logistical and physical trial. No State Department movers this time around. I'm surrounded by boxes, piles of packing material, and rolls of shipping tape. We're getting there. We'll remain in the Bay Area until Walt finishes with his pre-school class in mid-June but we'll be homeless and bouncing around. Ready or not, we're heading East.
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| Steph and Walt in summer 2011 |
Two years later, home sweet home
Wow, you really did it. Or are doing it. Or will do it.
ReplyDeleteIch bin etwas überrascht und sehr beeindruckt und freue mich, denn das habt ihr ja nicht "eben so" gemacht. Wie ich schon sagte: das Glück kommt in unterschiedlichen Formen. Dies ist eine davon - und eine der großen!
Sei umarmt. Bis bald. Karen
Free room and board if you wander thru St. Louis!
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Yes! We absolutely will this time through.
DeleteYou must be very busy getting ready for the move! Do let us know how things go and the TRANSPERS gang sends its best.
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