In two days, our family is making the epic voyage from our home near Boston, Massachusetts (specifically, the town of Natick) to a new home near Orlando, Florida (specifically, the city of Winter Park).
When we moved to Massachusetts in the summer of 2008, we drove a Toyota pickup truck, with most of our possessions in the bed, and towed our little Toyota Tercel behind us on a trailer. We had two cats with us, which we found in my parents' garage earlier that year. We had no jobs, no apartment, no friends waiting for us in Massachusetts. We were like voluntary exiles in search of a new homeland.
Now, the same company where Wendy got a job during our first week up here is paying for our move back. They're hauling down the same little Toyota Tercel, shipping at least 72 boxes of stuff, plus furniture, and paying for our drive down, including hotels and food. Instead of two cats, we are taking two kids down with us (one of our cats died a couple years ago and the other is staying with a friend until we come back for him this summer).
We left homeless and naive, with only our bright eyed faith and optimism to keep us going, and now we're going back like royalty (at least it feels that way) and a family instead of a couple, hopefully with the same bright eyed faith and optimism, probably still a little naive.