We’ve moved into our home in Jackson, Tennessee. During our 15 year marriage, Ruth and I have now occupied a total of nine different domiciles. Only one of those was a really short stay apartment. If you throw in stays of one month or more with other families during transitions, the number goes to 11. I feel like The Fugitive.
It sounds a little more sane when you just consider the municipalities:
- A newlywed year in Jacksonville, Florida
- Four intense years of training for both of us in Houston, Texas (residency for her, law school for me)
- Three years of early professional activity in Atlanta, Georgia and baby #1
- Two years of Ph.D. work in Waco and the beginning of my relationship with Robert Sloan, plus baby #2 (a native Texan!)
- Two years of Ruth being on call almost continuously in Athens, Georgia plus trying to read a hundred books and then write a dissertation with two very young children (one very ill)
- Three amazing years back in Houston finding my calling and Grace’s first years of good health
- And now, Jackson, Tennessee and Union University — No idea what will happen here.
But I mentioned to Ruth that I was thinking of staying at least eight years and she almost had an anxiety attack. “NO MORE TALK OF MOVING! NOT IN EIGHT YEARS! NOT IN A DECADE!”
The rambling, God willing, may be done for a while.