{"id":3210,"date":"2014-09-06T05:31:00","date_gmt":"2014-09-06T04:31:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/frandrup.com\/blog\/?p=3210"},"modified":"2017-02-09T00:48:23","modified_gmt":"2017-02-08T23:48:23","slug":"moving-on","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/frandrup.com\/blog\/archives\/3210","title":{"rendered":"Moving On&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\t\t<style type=\"text\/css\">\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 {\n\t\t\t\tmargin: auto;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 .gallery-item {\n\t\t\t\tfloat: left;\n\t\t\t\tmargin-top: 10px;\n\t\t\t\ttext-align: center;\n\t\t\t\twidth: 33%;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 img {\n\t\t\t\tborder: 2px solid #cfcfcf;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 .gallery-caption {\n\t\t\t\tmargin-left: 0;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t\/* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes\/media.php *\/\n\t\t<\/style>\n\t\t<div id='gallery-1' class='gallery galleryid-3210 gallery-columns-3 gallery-size-thumbnail'><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/frandrup.com\/blog\/archives\/3210\/cfrandrup_2006_3216'><img width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/frandrup.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/CFrandrup_2006_3216-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt><\/dl>\n\t\t\t<br style='clear: both' \/>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\n<p>Sometimes when time slips by so quickly and the days stack on top of each other it just becomes more and more overwhelming to get back to where I left off. \u00a0It&#8217;s like when you leave a good book and know you want to return but you have left it for so long now; it seems futile to go back to it. \u00a0I feel guilty betraying the blog for this long&#8230;almost a year&#8230;.my gosh. \u00a0But then I think, I left my house on Larchenstrass in Bann, back in May. It is now September and I just got to sleep in my own bed again. I am just getting the last pieces of art hung up on the walls. \u00a0Perhaps I am not giving myself enough credit for all I have had to do.<\/p>\n<p>The MOVE and leading up to it was a crazy time. \u00a0Some of the craziness was necessary, like trying to get schools vetted out ahead of time, connecting with a realestate agent, arranging the shipment of vehicles, household goods, and flights that would accomodate our feline friends. \u00a0And yes some of it was brought on by our own crazed sense to do it all before leaving Europe. \u00a0We had to get in the Champange trip to the caves, sans children. \u00a0The number one restaurant in the world was just in Gerona, Spain, and it would be sick to miss it. \u00a0 We had parties to host, parties to attend and in between all of that we had normal daily life. \u00a0Normandy and the 70th anniversary of Dday could not be missed. \u00a0One more soak in a German Bathhouse in Baden Baden&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>We lived it large and have no regrets&#8230;but looking back we know it was a rare and special time and we can&#8217;t help but think it was the time of our lives. \u00a0Reverse culture shock is setteling in on us with al its weight. \u00a0I miss my yellow house at the end of Larchenstrass. \u00a0I miss the Egg Lady. \u00a0I miss the starry nights and the hot-tub, and the shooting stars that we would see often without even trying. \u00a0I miss the hill that lead up to the horse we named Rainbow, that is now being named something else by some other American visitors. \u00a0I miss our Beate and Angie who cared for our children, our house, our pets. \u00a0I miss all of our American friends who forged the kind of friendships that are deeper and stronger than German beer.<\/p>\n<p>This week our fur baby Horatio, escaped and was missing for over three days. I cried my eyes out thinking of our little indoor tabby-cat out in the 103 degree sunshine with wild stray cats and coyotes at night. \u00a0His revolt against yet another move hit me hard. I want to revolt too. It is hard. \u00a0It is hard to make new friends. It is not easy starting over. \u00a0It sucks seeing treasures you have collected, shattered in the hands of careless movers and packers. \u00a0I left a place where I was the &#8220;go-to girl&#8221; with all the info and all the energy. \u00a0Now, I know nothing. I need a GPS to get everywhere. I sit alone watching the children play. No one stops by to say hi. \u00a0CA is different than anywhere else I have lived. The weather is great and the people are friendly but it is closed off. It makes me miss TX and all my Rogers Ranch friends and neighbors. \u00a0We looked after each-other. Within a week I knew everyone&#8217;s names around me. And when CJ deployed I had good sameritans checking in on my lawn, my water heater, my happy hour needs. \u00a0I miss you,\u00a0Dan and Sharon, Ed, Holzum Family and of course Lee and Gordon. \u00a0Change sucks.<\/p>\n<p>But I have never been the kind to dwell in despair for long. \u00a0Horatio is eating and drinking again. \u00a0He is coming around, no longer sleeping on the closet floor, but perched back on my pillow, where he belongs. \u00a0I too will rise to my proper place. \u00a0I just find myself always wondering&#8230; is this the place we belong? \u00a0Where are we meant to be? \u00a0I am sure I will come to appreciate all of those amazing experiences in Europe and not look at the photos with such sadness in my heart. \u00a0For now, it is a bit painful. I still miss it all and all of the amazing people, so very much. \u00a0It feels like a part of my heart was ripped from my chest and lies in Bann, Germany, not sure what to do.<\/p>\n<p>All I know is this&#8230;I get one chance at this life. \u00a0I have always followed the mantra of seizing the day. \u00a0I am so thankful for all we got to see and do in Europe. I am thankful for this next chapter too. It would be easy to just move back &#8220;home&#8221;. \u00a0But how would we ever know if we didn&#8217;t try on a new State, a new City. \u00a0And at the end of the day, everyone we love keeps moving too. \u00a0I can now say I have people that I truly love in Alaska, Indiana, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Texas, Arizona, Germany, Sweden, No. Ireland, Great Britain, Hawaii, Wyoming, North Dakota, New Mexico, Colorado, Missouri, California, Pennsylvania, \u00a0Japan&#8230;. I am probably missing someone, somewhere&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>I digress&#8230; my Horatio is mewing, disoriented and tired from his three days of &#8220;freedom&#8221;. \u00a0I think the best thing I can do for him is provide a proper lap and stroke his fur, like I did all those times while I was sad or lonely or just feeling like I needed some fur-love. \u00a0I can give him that, after all he has given me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes when time slips by so quickly and the days stack on top of each other it just becomes more and more overwhelming to get back to where I left off. \u00a0It&#8217;s like when you leave a good book and know you want to return but you have left it for so long now; it [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/frandrup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3210"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/frandrup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/frandrup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/frandrup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/frandrup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3210"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/frandrup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3210\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3215,"href":"http:\/\/frandrup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3210\/revisions\/3215"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/frandrup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3210"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/frandrup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3210"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/frandrup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3210"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}