After making a popular Midwest city our home for ten years, new employment would require my partner and I to move farther west to a new state.
Besides missing the liberal lifestyle of this smaller city, I felt horribly guilty that my son would not have a home to “come home” to. He was in the military and I prepared him in advance, that it was likely that we would have to move, when either my partner or I found a new job. I told him, that I felt terrible that he would not have a home to visit when he wanted to come back to see his friends. When I finished apologizing, my 20 year old son didn’t whine, didn’t try to make me feel guilty, but simply said, “that’s life, mom. Things are always changing.”
While my son didn’t get high marks in school, he gets high marks for understanding the twists and turns of life. Gosh, I love that kid!