Moving is for mad men. You spend hours storing, packing, boxing and purging and once the move is complete, you spend hours trying to figure out what the chicken scratch on the side of each box actually means. It’s pure insanity.
On our third night in the new house, we just had to quit unpacking. We brought a heat wave with us and after two and a half days of temperatures in triple digits, a night off to relax in the pool was just what the doctor ordered.
Uncle Walt had been entertaining our kids so we could unpack and probably needed a night off as well. So Stephanie and I left a billion half empty boxes strewn around the house and walked up to the pool as sweat rolled down our faces. I wasted no time as I kicked off my shoes, threw my shirt into a vacant chair and jumped into the pool. As I came up for a breath of fresh air, my body temperature instantly dropped thirty degrees. It was invigorating.
Stephanie, Uncle Walt, the kids and I just relaxed the night away in the pool as the miles of travel and hours of unpacking boxes faded into the background. We were tired but we were happy as we embraced new places, new adventures, a new land of possibilities and the new sounds that awaited our arrival.
Wait! What was that sound?! We heard a weird sound as the sun settled behind the western skyline and we quickly decided to investigate. As we scoured the area just beyond the pool fence for the source of the odd sound, one of our new neighbors told us that it was a tree frog. It was an amazing discovery and before we knew it, the first adventure in our new home had begun. We couldn’t wait to get home and scour the internet for information on tree frogs (but that is another story for another day).
The pool closed at nine o’clock but we stayed in the water as long as we could. As I was drying myself off and getting ready to head home for the evening, my heart skipped a beat when I noticed the flicker of little lights filling the night air; Lightning Bugs!
I grew up in Roxbury, CT. One of the highlights of my childhood was that our backyard was littered with fireflies. My brothers and I would stay out late on hot summer nights and catch lightning bugs. We would poke holes in the metal cap of a jar and fill the container with as many fireflies as we could catch. And when my mother would finally call us inside for the night, I would bring the bottle of lightning bugs into my room and fall asleep to the calming flicker of my own personal fireworks show.
My children had never seen fireflies. I was awestruck by the wonderment that sparkled in their eyes as they chased the twinkling lights through the parking lot. We caught two and put them into a mesh container that came with one of Josh’s science kits and later in the evening, I smiled to myself as I watched my son fall asleep just as I had done when I was his age.
Yes, moving is for mad men, but mad men are adventurers! And so far, our trek has already opened a whole new world to my entire family. But for me, the true adventure lies in the wide eyed look of intrigue my children have every time they see or learn something new. They are still at the age when the world is filled with mystery, fascination, and a kind of folklore that buffers them from reality. And for a small moment every day, when the world mystifies each of them, I get to join them on another voyage into an endless world of possibilities.