The Captain and I are currently under the 11th roof, in our 13 years of marriage. I am counting the in-between places, because they counted to me.
We have moved many, many times. Big moves, small moves, moves early on that were just a couple suitcases and the odd armchair, and moves that involve shipping containers and...ships!
Our lease is ending quite soon, at a most akward time (end of year school year, double birthdays, and travel abroad are taking up most of our energies), and we don't know what will happen next. In this time of flux I am thinking back on other times when our future lodgings were uncertain, and the way it always worked out.
When we married, we left our wedding reception, stayed locally overnight, and moved overseas the next morning. At the last minute we were informed that the apartment we has rented had been double-let and it would be 4-6 weeks until it was made available to us. After our honeymoon we moved in with my in-laws (in Holland) until our apartment was ready. While I would not have created that situation as my first-pick for starting married life, I got to know my in-laws in a way that would have taken years, given that we usually live overseas from them. It wasn't my plan, but it worked out great, and I have always been thankful for that time. The sweetest thing was learning to love the home my husband loved, and cooking with his mother. Some of her dishes continue to be family favorites at our table.
When we were moving to Sydney, we had arranged an apartment not far from Bondi Beach. We planned on living in the Eastern Suburbs. Weeks before our departure (with our house sold, and all our earthly possessions already en-route), we were informed the apartment had been flooded by a leak above and wouldn't be available after all. Desperately we searched and searched, finding nothing. Close to our departure, The Captain found a temporary furnished apartment in the Inner West, a completely different part of the city. After arriving there, we went walking the neighborhood during the weekend, stopping in at local open inspections. That's how we rented our first house. Little did we know that part of Sydney would become near and dear, and just perfect for us. (We met our very best friends walking to a local church before we had a car.)
When we were ready to sell our Nashville house to move to Sydney, some acquaintances of ours let us know they would like to buy it. They met our asking price and we exchanged keys and contracts in a casual way, assisted by a friend of theirs in real estate.
You see, sometimes the next step is right in front of us, and we can't see it at all. Sometimes it appears that we will end up sitting on our suitcases in the street. Sometimes we think we know exactly what should happen and then life takes a total twist.
The thing to remember is that the sun has shone over our heads at each stop along the way, and we have smiled at each other across the table, enjoying each other and our children, and finding something wonderful in the space we're in. It's silly to worry about where we'll be, because wherever we'll be will be grand.