The movers arrive on Monday to begin packing our house. Yes, it is happening quick. The past week has been a whirlwind of preparation for the PCS but we’re checking items off the to-do list amid the chaos. Our house is now on the rental market (clearly we did not foresee this move when we bought our house a mere eight months ago but c’est la vie), items are being donated, loose-ends of our Lawton life are being tied, and we’re working with a realtor in Virginia and combing through rental listings. The tree removal service is sprucing up our backyard as I type this post, and I am using my free time to peel 30-year-old wallpaper off in Weston’s bathroom (yes, we’re renovating a bathroom…it seemed like a good idea at the time). I am sad to be teaching my last class this week at Ft. Sill but I am also excited to see what employment opportunities lay ahead. I will tell you one thing though – this heat is making it very easy to leave.
But for as excited as we are to begin a new adventure in our nation’s capital, we’re extremely sad to leave behind the friends we have made here Lawton and I know I am going to cry during our last Sunday service this weekend. Of all the churches we’ve attended together, this one is by far the best and I wish I could pack up the sanctuary and take it with us. Saying goodbye (or see you later in many cases) is just a fact of life in the military. I try not to dwell on what we’re leaving behind and instead focus on what is our future. But I am still sad to say goodbye. Even to Lawton, Oklahoma. Oo de lally, golly what a day.