This post was written and published several months ago at Planting Roots.
I watched anxiously as my husband backed out of the driveway, leaving on an eight-hour drive to Tennessee. He was headed to look at a few houses in preparation for our upcoming move.
This was not the first time he had gone before us to secure a home for our family. After a twenty year career in the United States Air Force, I was comfortable letting him house hunt without me.
But this time was different.
You see, my husband would be retiring in two short months.
Instead of the military issuing orders telling us where to move, we were in charge of our retirement destination.
Instead of looking for a home where we could “make do” for a couple years, we needed to find a home that would allow our family of five to live comfortably for many years to come.
Instead of finding a house we would only live in for two to three years, we had to find one where we could live indefinitely.
Although I could feel the excitement and anticipation of a new adventure, I also experienced fear threatening to overtake me.
Would we be happy in this new town where we had chosen to live out our retirement years?
Would I be content living in a home long-term instead of our usual three-year stint?
Would we love the neighborhood and neighbors?
Would our children find good friends and thrive in this city that would become their “hometown?”
You can read the rest of this article at Planting Roots where it was originally published.