While I would have given anything to have seen my co-worker Ejay and his groomsmen in tuxedos, something came up on the day before his wedding that I had to attend to. Much as I wanted to go to the church and bid Ejay and his bride Maye the best of luck and happiness, a phone call from my father preempted that and presented a situation that I had to discuss with my husband Cris as soon as possible.
The situation presented was the possibility of pulling up our roots again and moving back to where we came from six years ago. Then again, my life has always been about movement and change, and having blogged about it as having completed the circle may have been writing too early.
I have moved house 18 times in my lifetime. Turns out we may have to move a couple more.