Since returning from our cross-country trip, life has been chaotic, exhilarating, disappointing and exciting but (almost) always, fun.

While we were on our month-long odyssey we were told by our real estate agent that our house had sold and the buyers wanted in by mid-June.  While this meant a whirlwind of packing before my daughter’s June 18th wedding, we knew that we should comply as house sales are something of an oddity in our town and we needed to sell.   As soon as we returned home we started to pack furiously; tape was flying and wrapping was scrunching.  Within a week and a half we had almost the whole house packed up.  We investigated renting a furnished apartment in Milwaukee and putting our house contents into storage until Steve found a job and we relocated from this area.  And then one day we got a call from our agent:  the house sale had fallen through.

Needing to clear rooms of the piles of boxes, we put as many as we could into storage and decided to live bare bones for a while.  Steve had had a couple of phone interviews and a video interview for jobs, one on the west coast and one southeast of us and we were crossing our fingers.  (I was rooting for the west coast!) 

This past weekend my daughter was married in Toronto, under blue skies, sunshine and to the sounds of birds singing.   Steve played keyboards during the ceremony and the bride and groom signed the register to a rendition of “Bushel and a Peck”, that cutesy song from Guys and Dolls.  My girl and her husband walked back down the carpet with smiles so honest that tears flowed freely…mine at least!  The evening was a blur of friends and family, dancing, eating, and speeches, both hilarious and heart rendering, under a moonlit sky.  It was the most fabulous day! The newlyweds jetted off for Paris, Berlin and London and last I heard there were many sidewalk cafes, fabulous food, wine and music filling their days.

We started our drive back to Wisconsin the day after the wedding and along the way Steve got a call from the west coast job; he was being passed over for the position.  But he also had a call from the other job; he is one of two final candidates. 

For now we continue to live in limbo and in our half-naked house.  It’s been pouring rain for the past four days and shows no signs of letting up for at least another few, but it’s inevitable that the fog will eventually lift, the sun will shine and life will move forward, and so will we.   For now, it’s a waiting game.