Twenty-six more weeks until the ties that bind us are cut.
Twenty-six more weeks until the way is clear for the second half to officially begin.
Twenty-six more weeks until ______________.
Still a blank slate, the endpoint of this exercise, but we are inching closer to it. Things are getting real; questions are being raised and decisions must be made. Should we re-enroll Mack in his school for the fall? Which pension option should be take? How can we minimize our tax exposure with the extra income? Should we sell the house and move into a rental while Mitch is job-hunting (a no-turning back measure)?
We ain’t playing anymore.
It would be great to be able to say that we are moving here and our income will be this and we are going then. I feel like we are flying forward even though our feet are on the brakes. Time keeps moving, but we are still rooted.
Our summer travel plans may again include a scouting trip to a possible new home. Or maybe at Spring Break. There are places we want to consider to widen our options. Looking for the proper (for us) balance between lifestyle desires and realistic income is vexing when few job listings mention compensation.
The possibility that the hunt will take some time is also there. The possibility that the next chapter will not begin in 26 weeks but 52 or 152 goes unspoken but not unnoticed. It will be what it will be and it will be what it is supposed to be.
Whatever happens, some changes will be made. We will probably sell the house sooner rather than later and get our feet wet in smaller digs – a trial run for what lies ahead. I will probably move on from my work and focus on my fiction writing because I will be able to (in theory).
Life will move on and eventually we will too.
Twenty-six more Mondays. Twenty-six more Fridays. Twenty-six more trips to the grocery store. Twenty-six more family Sunday afternoons.