The start

It's been almost 20 years since a big yellow truck dropped  all of my belongings in a house in Norfolk, MA.  I was very happy living in Freehold, New Jersey when my husband came in and said "Hi honey.  How would you like to move to Massachusetts?".   Never having been to Massachusetts it seemed like a strange question.  Turns out we'd just been transferred to Massachusetts.   For those of you who have never had the joy of being transferred let me walk you through the process.

First your husband says "Honey I got a new job with the company!"  Then he drops the bomb and tells you that the job is actually  in  another state.  But don't worry  the Company will relocate you.  (Ya gotta love Siemens USA.)   Your beloved will then say  "Bye honey" as the phone begins to ring.    The first of many, many, many, many times.     

Next thing you know an army of men jump out of a  United Van Lines truck the size of a football field and start to pack up your entire house.  This will also include any dirty laundry you didn't get to do while your husband has been living in a Sheraton Hotel and you've been home with the kids.  If you have any luck at all these will be small children with plenty of  stained clothes.

The truck leaves with the dirty clothes as you say goodbye to your family, friends and neighbors.

Did I forget to mention that you have only lived in the house for one year.  That it was your dream house where you thought your children would grow up so you cemented the swing set in the backyard only to wave it goodbye less then 11 months later. You will  then hop in your car with a smile on your face and drive for the next 5 hours to a place you have never been.  With you will be two small children who have even smaller bladders and you will have no idea where the rest stops are.  Who says life is not exciting!

NORFOLK, MASSACHUSETTS OR BUST-  But isn't Norfok in Virginia?