Onward.

  Months ago, when my kids were still going to Spanish class here, I ran into another expat mom. She was a new arrival to the area, having recently moved to Mérida. While the kids were in class, we chatted about a life traveling with kids, finding your people in your new home, and making a life for yourself amidst all of it. In the course of our chat she told me the story about how she found out her family would be moving to Mérida.
  Apparently, they had lived in the same place for seven years, and she'd left a picture from their initial move wrapped all that time. In her mind, as long as that last picture never got unwrapped and hung, they would never leave.

For seven years, that picture stayed wrapped up, and tucked in its corner.

  So, imagine her shock at seeing it on the wall after a handyman she'd hired to fix something else in the house, completed the task he was hired for then also unwrapped the picture and hung it up.

That same night, her husband came home and told her he'd been offered a great opportunity to work in Merida, Mexico.

Life works in mysterious ways. I have heard similar versions of that story many times over the years as we have moved from post to post. The events of the story are usually triggered by the opening of a box, a piece of art, discarding an item held onto 'just in case'... something like that. Once that last 'thing' is done, the announcement of a new move occurs.

Last night I went to bed, still clueless as to where we would be going once we left Mérida. I had been trying to write how I felt about that uncertainty for awhile, and finally managed to get it all down the way I wanted and posted it yesterday. I woke up, and with an email inbox still bereft of any news of substance, went about my day with the kids. Needless to say, the day didn't stay that way.

We know where our next posting is going to be now. The handshake offer came in this morning, and it was accepted.

  No more uncertainty. Our preparations for departure can finally begin in earnest.

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