I mentioned in a previous blog that my youngest daughter, who is in the Army National Guard, is deploying to Afghanistan. She had asked me to move into her rental home to cat sit and occasionally watch my granddaughter while she is deployed. This morning she received a text from her landlord telling her that they want their house back and she needs to move out by the first of March. She is leaving for her deployment in ten days.
This feels like the cliffhanger in a suspense novel. She is working twelve hour days as a police officer up until her deployment, leaving her precious little time to take care of this sudden dilemma. Preparing for deployment is stressful enough and now she must decide the best course of action with this new wrench thrown into the picture.
Prior to her deployment, I had planned to move to the coast. I decided to stay and help her out, albeit somewhat reluctantly. The road that I have been travelling for the past eight years has been hazardous, but with the grace of God I have always been taken care of. So strangely enough, I feel surprisingly calm faced with this new predicament. I know there is an answer. Sometimes, if you are willing to do something that you don’t really want to do, it turns out that you don’t have to. I think that might be true in this case. My heart is longing to move to the coast and say goodbye to this cowboy state, where I feel like a fish out of water. Just before receiving this morning’s news, I had come to the realization that there is in fact, no destination. Life is simply a journey – that goes on and on and on – and then we die.
