Someday soon – we’re gonna quit this crazy runaround, pack our bags and steal away. Someday soon – we’re gonna find a place and settle down, I’ll be coming home someday. I’ll be there to kiss you in the morning, I’ll be by your side each afternoon, Late at night, our love like the rivers pouring – loving you – someday soon.
For the past 6 years, I’ve been commuting from my hometown of Dallas, Texas to Reston, Virginia – right outside Washington, D.C.
I have a wonderful job, with a wonderful boss, and a wonderful opportunity to work for Bechtel, the #1 engineering, construction, and procurement company in the U.S.
When I started with Bechtel, our home was in a golf course community – typical suburbia where you would want to raise your children. I was commuting back and forth to a little one-bedroom apartment in the D.C. area where the rent was more than our mortgage. Scott actually thought we could get an apartment for $800 a month.
During the six years, Scott was transferred to Greensboro, North Carolina so at least we were in the same time zone. We moved house twice while in Greensboro and made great friends without the benefit of kids – a much harder thing to do when empty nesters.
Then for 18 months, Scott had an assignment in Rockford, Illinois so we had a house in North Carolina, an apartment in D.C. and a loft in Illinois. Wasn’t it Shakespeare who said, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder”?
Now, someday soon has come for us, and I’m getting ready to “retire from commuting” this summer. We’ve found a place, and we’re ready to settle down – together. In October 2017, Scott was promoted to the Sherwin Williams plant in Arlington, and we’re downsizing to a cute, little 1926 Tudor in Kessler Park, Dallas near the Bishop Arts District.
I’ve always wanted to live in an old house. We’ll see how that goes because it still needs a lot of work, and renovation is underway.
They say you spend the first 50 years of your life – getting stuff, and the last 50 years getting rid of it. I’ve read Spark Joy and I’m doing my best to determine if all these things that I’ve worked so hard for during my life really speak to my heart and spark joy, and if not, I’m kissing them good-bye. Progress not Perfection!
I’m coming home…