I couldn't get to sleep very easily last night. I don't know if it was because my leg muscles ached from our after-dinner walk up the steep Mickinnick Trail or if it had to do with our decision to begin the process of eventually moving from our home of 28 years.
This is not an easy decision, especially when we take those hikes up Greenhorn Mountain before dusk and arrive at openings where we can look down on our neat little farm with its magnificent red barn, nestled amidst ongoing construction of huge metal buildings. The pastoral sense of our much-loved farm is rapidly disappearing into what I view as a bittersweet situation.
What's happening behind us with Quest Aircraft www.questaircraft.com/usp4.htmand its quickly-rising manufacturing building represents a phenomenal economic boon to the Sandpoint area. In a year's time, the company will be going full speed ahead with more than 125 workers assembling model after model of its "Kodiak" transport plane.
The prototype of this turbo prop, capable of holding ten passengers or a whole lot of cargo, has been flying since late November and sporting its glossy coat of yellow, black and white since January. It will fly to Alaska for its coming-out party at an aviation manufacturing show in May.
Quest hopes to market the Kodiak to the recreation world as a back-country cargo plane and to the missionary world as a craft capable of flying and landing in the far ends of the earth, especially Third World countries, to drop humanitarian supplies. Bill and I have shared in the progress of this plane's development, and we support the effort one hundred percent.
We, however, do not see a bright future in residing in the midst of all this activity, so we're exploring the options of selling the place and finding a new home. In the crazy North Idaho real estate market, that process could be easier said than done.
Nonetheless, we're methodically moving forward, gleaning all information that will help us decide each new move. The ultimate one, just like the manufacturing company behind us, will be bittersweet.
Leaving a place we've so loved for 28 years will not be easy, but our relative certainty of how upcoming events directly around us will dramatically change the peace and serenity we've enjoyed here pushes us into the unknown.
Maybe when it all gets settled, my sleeplessness can be attributed to those sore muscles and not from worry.
2 comments:
MaryAnne...I think one of the final "things" we learn in life, is how to let go. I am thinking about leaving CDA, my hometown, but it is hard to let go of something I've always known. I suppose all this means, when you stop learning, you're dead, so if we're all learning 'something'...then we're alive and there's hope.
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