Well, it all happened so fast. Allison and Scott got a call that there is a house available for them on base. Last night was a flurry of packing and dropping things off to the new place. They stayed here last night, and this morning they took off to unload in their own house.
And I leave for Indiana tonight.
The full house quickly became a nearly empty nest. Derek and Panda Kitty will be here on their own for a while. I know PK will appreciate it.
When I was a kid I remember reading a story called: “Too Much Noise.” It’s about a man who thinks his house is too noisy. The doors squeak, the floors creak, the windows shake. He can’t get any sleep. So he goes to the village wise man for advice. The sage tells him to get a cow. And the story progresses…the cow just adds to the noise, the sage then tells him to get a donkey…a cat…a dog…a sheep…and the list goes on and on until his house is a zoo.
Finally, at his wits end he goes back to the wise man one final time, pleading for a better solution. This time, instead of telling the man to get another animal, the elder tells him to get rid of all the animals.
When he gets home, the doors still squeak, the floors still creak, and the windows shake…but all seems quiet and peaceful.
I’ve been thinking about that story lately. When I first saw the house {Derek put the offer in before I was in Minot, so I’d only seen photos before we bought it} I thought “My, oh, my…this place is small.” I just didn’t know how everything would fit in here. Then our furniture arrived and we managed to get things in order. But it still felt small. Then we added two more adults, a dog, a baby…and a very scared cat. The house seemed full but not crowded.
Now that everyone is gone and all the toys are picked up this house seems like the coliseum. Isn’t it funny how perspective changes like that?
I’ll miss the full house. So I guess I need to start peer pressuring the family to come up and visit!
Amy
