Roly tried to get a job in Springfield for 6 months and failed. When he decided to move back to CA, I knew that leaving Springfield was a decision I had to make in time. I do not remember when we pegged September as our move month. And September came in a wink of an eye.
I love Springfield. I love the house at Melbourne. For the last time, I went inside the house to check anything that we might have failed to pack. I found myself going from room to room, touching its walls, whispering "goodbyes" and "thank yous". Springfield has been good to me. I exeperienced significant triumphs with my family and success in my career here. I got so emotional and nearly choked on my tears. Memories of all my 4 years in Springfield suddenly came rushing back to me. The people I entertained in the house. The well of pride whenever I let someone in my beautiful house. This reaction was so unexpected probably because I was so busy packing and trying not to think about people I will miss. Foremost are my boys - Carl, my dearest apo and Migo and Noy. My friends. Then of course, the streets and my frequent haunts in Springfield - Walmart :), the mall, Panera, Barnes and Noble, the office. Bittersweet.
We started the drive later than planned but it did not stress us out because we were driving the shortest distance, being the first day. We drove for 3 days. The first night, we slept at Amarillo, TX. The next night, we slept at Williams, AZ. I am posting pictures I took while Nica was driving.
We arrived Thursday evening. Tired but thankful that we arrived safely and without any incident. The community where the apartment was located was VERY welcoming. Trees lined the roads. Quiet. Roly chose well. We will build a new life here. I can feel the energy. It has been a week now. The smell of oil fragrance from Bath and Body, a charming lamp on my work desk, the familiar sound of the TV. It feels good to be home.
