We’re moving.

 That’s right.  After 30 years in our home in Palm Beach Gardens, we are pulling up stakes and moving to Greensboro, GA.  Why Greensboro? We bought property there 13 years ago with plans to retire to Reynolds Plantation, now (politically correctly) called Reynolds Lake Oconee.  We bought a cute vacation cottage and enjoyed using the home for 10 years while renting it out when we weren’t in residence. 

Kirk will be happy with the 5 golf courses which I call Monday, Tuesday... you get the idea.  We have several friends up there and are looking forward to this new journey. Now some of the issues we are dealing with  during this transition.

Both of our daughters live a couple miles from us.  Lauren is a mile to the west and Brooke, Nick and baby Nora a mile to the north.  They come about once a week for dinner so I will definitely miss the family time.  When we planned to move, no one had babies. Now I am not only leaving my girls, I am also going to miss seeing the changes Nora will experience day to day.     

We close on our home in Florida on July 31. The house we are building will not be complete until October 16.  So we will be without a home for 10 weeks.  Hello, friends and family! We are coming to visit.  Oh wait...there is this thing called Covid-19 so we have to be really careful where we go and where we stay.

Also because of the 10 weeks difference we have to move twice.  Once to the storage unit and then to the new house.  FUN!  Ummm... what do we do about Mail?  We have nowhere to forward it and I imagine we still need to pay some of those pesky bills.  Don’t say online. Kirk is an old school CPA.  He likes paper.

I know. All first world problems.  But going through the stuff we have accumulated over 30 years, along with all the kids’ things we have stored for them, is a little overwhelming.

Last night I looked at Kirk and said, “I don’t think I want to move.”  He sighed. “Too late papers have been signed.”

The good news is that I will be closer to Mom with an hour and a half flight to Columbus.  I will also be 6 hours from Raleigh, NC and be able to see my son Dan, his wife Amanda and 3–year-old Gwen more often. Also it’s only an hour and a half flight back to Florida to see the girls, so that’s a plus.

So back to packing.

And if you hear a knock on the door, I promise, it’s only for a night or two, or three.

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