A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away I took a year between undergraduate and graduate school to earn some money to pay off debts and prepare for the next step. During that year I met a young woman who became my wife.
We moved from Ohio to Louisiana where I had an assistantship to work on a Masters degree. Halfway through that year, the faculty voted to disband the program. I had a job offer back in Ohio, so we moved back to my home area of western Ohio. The temporary job turned into a permanent (well, as permanent as anything really is) position. We stayed in the area.
One day, my wife asked, “How much do you think we could get if we tried selling our house again?” Two weeks later we had sold the house. Now, where to move. Well, our family resided in the Chicago suburbs.
Five years ago today I met the moving van at what was no longer our house. They loaded up everything. I pushed (with my neighbor’s help) the last of perhaps 2,000 pounds of excess stuff we’d accumulated to the street for the rubbish pickup. And, poof, we were gone.
That entire process was six weeks. On March 23, I met the moving van at our new house along with the cable guy bring me an internet connection.
That was also the first day of the Covid lockdown. Covid plus a new environment and loss of our fitness center and church did have an impact.
I guess all that should have been traumatic. I think we survived quite well.
Sorry for the autobiography, but five years is a milestone.
Faith Venture 
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