Moving

Last Wednesday Karisse and I watched as the driver of the semi containing most of our life’s possessions sealed the door while I took pictures of the seal, it’s number, and the corresponding paperwork. Then we loaded up three dogs, a turtle, and clothes for five days and headed out. We arrived in Los Alamos by midnight and spent Thursday with our grand-kids (and their parents, incidentally.) Then two days of hard driving put us at the home of our youngest son, his wife and the promise of her expanding belly. Sunday, we scooted up to Spokane to see my 94-year-old uncle, then plowed across Washington and the Cascades to arrive at our new apartment in Burlington in the evening. Someone from the Church graciously provided supper. Monday, we met the truck, verified that the seal had not been broken and began to unload, appalled at the sheer quantity of our stuff. Now, two days later, we’re enough settled in that Karisse could go to a job interview, and I’m catching up in the office. We aren’t in the home we hope to buy yet, but for all intents and purposes, we have relocated.

Someone from Silver City sent me a clipping from the New York Times, May 12th, a piece by Rojer Cohen about a man from Guatemala who moved. He left a hopeless situation there with his son, rode trains and pick-up trucks across Mexico and is now awaiting an asylum hearing in August. If things go as they often do, his court date will be pushed back more than once, and it may be years before a final determination is made. Will he have to move back to the hopelessness of an imploding Guatemala (to use Cohen’s word,) or he be given the gift of hope to live the American dream? My move took me five days. His will take years. My move was predicated on a change of jobs. This man’s move was predicated on a desperate bid for hope and a future. He would rather not have to move, but he’s up against the wall with no other options. I’ve got plenty of options.

If governments could move out of self-serving corruption and narrow protectionism maybe he, too, would have options.

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2 responses to “Moving

  1. Praying for the Guatemalan…and for your own settling….

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  2. jen

    Welcome home.

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