It's official. The Jacksons, or at least two fifths of us, are on the move...again. This time, work is taking Mr. J and I to Bend, Oregon. It will be the first time in 25+ years that we move as a couple without and away from our kiddos, clearly marking our next chapter as empty nesters. (That just sounds and feels plain weird to me, but there you...or rather I...have it.)
I recently visited Howe in our soon to be new hometown, where he is already working. For the weekend portion, we headed to the central Oregon coast. It was a wonderful appetizer for all the exploring we plan to do...the thought of which will help keep me sane through the coming weeks of sorting, packing, cleaning, saying goodbyes, and then finally making my way to Bend.
I go down to the shore in the morning | and depending on the hour the waves | are rolling in or moving out, | and I say, oh, I am miserable, | what shall- | what should I do? And the sea says | in its lovely voice: | Excuse me, I have work to do. (Mary Oliver)
(i think he was smiling pretty much the entire weekend)
