October 3, 2014
Where did the week go?
It seems like I’ve barely unpacked from Colorado, and the week has already flown by. So here it is, Friday, and I haven’t put up a single post all week.
Bad Phillip! No biscuit.
It has been an eventful week, although not on a level that really suits the Hog Blog. I got out for a few evenings (and one morning) hunting my local whitetails, but aside from bouncing an arrow off of a branch on the opener, I haven’t even drawn on a deer. That’s not what was eventful… and the rest of this post isn’t about hunting. In fact, I doubt the rest of this post will hold much interest for most of you. But it’s my blog, and I’ll write what I want.
In addition to spending the last four days getting back into the swing of work, I’ve been gearing up for another road trip. Kat has decided, in the interest of her career advancement, to take up house in Raleigh, NC. This will allow her to be in the office regularly, working closely with the people she needs to deal with on a face-to-face basis. Ideally, this will provide some opportunity for advancement that she won’t get working from the remoteness that is Camp Wood, TX. And ideally, that advancement will enable her to create some security for the future… as neither of us is a spring chicken, and we really need to be casting an eye in that direction.
So she’s gone back there and found herself a townhouse. It’ll be a place to live while she’s working out this career thing, and will provide an investment for when she comes back here (which is an eventuality that I hope is sooner than later… but we don’t know). She packed up her Grand Cherokee with the cats and some basics, and went ahead last weekend to get the house opened up, set up DSL, buy some basic furniture, and that sort of thing. I’m following this weekend with a U-Haul full of her other stuff.
That U-Haul holds a lot of things. Packing it yesterday, it didn’t feel like packing for a temporary trip. It felt like she was moving out.
The Manor is pretty empty right now, and I have a feeling that when I get back from Raleigh next weekend, it’s going to seem really empty.
Sure, there’s a lot more in here now than there was when I first started working on this place. I’ve come a long ways from the days of setting up my office on a folding TV table, and watching DVDs on the laptop. There’s a real bed where the inflatable used to be, and I’ve even got a real, dining room table. There’s an oversized TV in an oversized (Texas-sized) entertainment center, and I watch that TV from the comfort of my leather recliner. There’s patio furniture on the patio, and porch chairs on the front porch. Hell, I’ve even got some pictures hanging on the walls.
But it’s still pretty empty. There’s a vacancy here that has nothing to do with Stuff. The echo that I hear isn’t the sound of my voice, bouncing off of bare walls. It’s a little more subtle than that.
Pardon the maudlin. It’ll probably pass.
Who knows what the future holds? There’s no expiration date on this experiment. There’s no defined target or criteria for “success”. I have no idea how long it will go, or what the catalyst will be that changes things again… or, for that matter, what the next change will entail.
What I do know, though, is that things always work out… one way or another.