This lifestyle demands change. You learn to adapt to changes in locale,
changes in time zones, and often changes in plans - even when married to a
researcher/planner extraordinaire, as I am.
For our second winter in the southern states we pulled a different
trailer, one that was 7’ shorter than our original trailer. We had to fit all
the necessities of life into a smaller space, and usually in different cupboards
than what we were used to. In the early part of the trip, dinnertime was a scavenger
hunt for dishes, spices, and dry goods. The fridge was always found with no
problem. That’s where my wine was.
When we were overseas we stayed in resorts and hotels, never
any longer than 2 weeks in one spot. We became proficient at packing and unpacking,
getting comfortable with our new surroundings in record time. Even our last
trip to our old hometown involved a week stay at a hotel before we moved into a
rental house. I’m optimistic and assume that all this change is good for the
memory. And since midnight trips to the bathroom are usually made in the dark
with eyes at half mast, our memory muscle gets a great workout every time we
move.
But even with all the changes naturally occurring in our
life, we didn’t expect the “retirement” part of our life to change.
Until hubby took a one-time offer last summer, and decided
he really liked the work. That’s why last year’s one time acceptance turned
into a second one this spring, and maybe one for this fall. And a whole bunch
of potential offers on the horizon. The
bonus, besides a happy and engaged husband, is the travel involved. The
potential work sites are across Canada, or over into Europe, Asia, even Africa.
And travel is one of
our favourite things at this point in our life. Not that we expect that to last
forever.
We expect that to change.
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