I promised about 18 years ago that I would not move. Or rather my next move would be to the cemetery that is up the road. Well, I lied. Not intentionally, mind you, but I did. Evenso, we have not changed our address.
Let me back up...
Kelly decided that he is not a farmer.
Kelly received an offer for a dream job.
Kelly took the job.
John had to think of what to do now that the generational farm dream “poofed”.
John and Kami now have two homes-his and hers??? Not exactly.
Jennifer proposed an idea that included living on the farm where she would like to raise their babies.
Kimberly, Kelly’s wife, just finished the first part of the nursing program. The second part starts in August 2018. She opted to not accept an alternative school option that would likely add an additional year to her program.
...there you have the trigger...
Kelly is living with his incredibly generous in-laws in Lincoln.
Kim is with him for the summer.
John and Kami moved into K&K’s house, “shouse,” as it is technically called (since it shares a roof and wall with the shop).
Jennifer and Josh, Jude and Journee are in the process of moving into the “big house.”
Kim will move into J&J’s house in Norfolk to complete her final year to receive her RN, closer to Kelly and her program requirements.
...there you have the solution...
Kelly letting go of his home.
Kim coming to terms with living apart from Kelly for weeks at a time.
Jennifer establishing a new home, an hour from the bustle of convenience.
Josh commuting and hour or spending time away from his family, and living a farm life he may never have expected.
Jude starting public school.
Journee dancing her way into a new bedroom.
John carrying boxes and furniture with s tractor.
Kami living the dream of parting with everything she does not want to have in a new home and finding it fun to whittle from a home larger than the garage to a garage larger than a home.
...there you have the transition...
