Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on!...

We had a great week in South Florida, staying at the beach and visiting friends and "family"... yet, it is a bitter reminder that life goes on without us. Russ and I had many conversations over the course of the week... could we move back, would we want to move back, what would we do if we moved back, and how different our lives would be if we did. Yet, since we have not "found our niche" so to speak in Charleston, it makes it even more difficult to experience the loss. Where DO we go from here?

Russ asked me this week, if I could live anywhere, where would that be... honestly, I have NO IDEA! There is no perfect place this side of Heaven. The fact of the matter is, we have to move AT LEAST once more before retirement from the Coast Guard. I am getting too old for this. The starting over, planting temporary roots... ugh! I feel as if our life is being measured in time... how many years is this tour, how many years is the next tour and where on earth will it be, how many years left until we can make our own decisions about where we live... yet at the end of all of the day, I know it is the best decision for our family to finish the ride.

It just reminds me of the song... Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on!...