Her upcoming move has become reality to Stef. All of a sudden everything she does has real consequences. There’s more than deciding which pair of jeans makes the cut.
Nine boxes are being tracked while being trucked to California via FedEx (Thank you secretive California friend to whose home these boxes are headed… and who just found out there are nine).
Later today Stef’s car leaves (to his house too). An auto carrier will save us the trouble of driving across the snows of January.
A move like this isn’t one master stroke, but a series of smaller events. If you do it right all the pieces come together at your destination. It has to be coordinated like a ballet.
This is so exciting and so scary.
Stef will be far away. There are family and friends she can lean on… just not us.
She is moving where there is opportunity for her, even with California’s economy currently on life support.
When I left my family in 1968 and moved to Florida I was only excited–no apprehension. I was a naif. Stef is much more worldly and mature than I was. She’ll do fine.