A little over a month ago I sat down at a large wooden conference table in downtown Clarksville, Tennessee with a lawyer, our realtor, and my mom (the photographer) to sign papers that made Garrett and I first-time home owners. Signing every blank for myself and for Garrett was quite an ordeal. An ordeal that caused me to ask the lawyer if anyone had ever died during signing because it seemed likely with the length of time it took. In case you’re wondering, he wasn’t aware of that ever happening.
I was gifted a cute black-and-white polka dot box with our keys and garage door openers inside, and a “Welcome Home Woottens” blanket from our realtor. The only thing that could have made that experience better would have been having Garrett there with me.
There was so much excitement driving to our new home that afternoon. Driving through our new town and turning into our neighborhood just after the barn that smokes tobacco. It took almost a month from when I arrived, but a little under two weeks ago, Garrett officially came home to our new house! So after many months of being in between homes, and being physically all over the place, we are together!
The Process of Moving to Tennessee
During our time in different states Garrett became a Maintenance Test Pilot for the Blackhawk helicopter. Garrett begins work at Fort Campbell sometime next week. While he completed the necessary courses, I was in Texas helping with Melissa and spending time in my hometown.
Update on Melissa: She is cleared from her cancer! She has one more minor surgery in mid-November and then another precautionary surgery sometime next year. That said, much of this chapter is behind us. Her hair is coming back great, and she is rocking the short pixie look. It’s been an honor and privilege to watch our family grow closer to each other and to God through such difficult circumstances.
The abundance of help from family and friends for Garrett and I’s transition over these past few months is indescribable. Parents willing to store and transport so many of our things. People willing to help with the move and getting us settled. Friends who reach out and check in on us and drop off bags of groceries.
Adjusting to Life in Tennessee
You learn quickly that the work of moving your things is only a small part of the battle. Needing to form new habits, finding new rhythms in new places, and then you find yourself lingering in conversations with strangers in hopes that they could be your new best friend. You are reminded of how temporary your life in any duty station is, and how temporary life on earth is. You try to remember that the order of your home and list of completed (or uncompleted) tasks are not what define you.
This summer we moved from our Deep in the Heart of Texas home. We passed through Sweet Home Alabama and have found ourselves now in Tennessee. A state that I may or may not misspell (special thanks to spell check for making this transition easy).
Our door is open and our guest room is ready! We are only 45 minutes north of the Nashville airport and the Southwest sale is going on. See you soon! ?