The End of One Thing and — well, you know…

I keep getting phone calls from people that end with, “If I don’t talk to you before…” etc., etc. That’s when you know something is ending, whether it’s the year, your job, or your stay at a particular locale. In my case, it’s the latter two.

Ever since we first moved to Norfolk Danielle and I have known, or at least had a strong suspicion, that we wouldn’t stay longer than four years. (That’s life in the Navy.) But we’ve been able to ignore that for the most part. I got a job, we made friends, indulged in a sense of community.

And now that’s all coming to an end.

Time to departure: 54 days.