But sometimes we have to. Case in point:

My oldest daughter and her 11-year old daughter have moved in with us. A rather long move as Kentucky is quite a ways from Pennsylvania. 

I’ve heard that history repeats itself and there might be a sliver of truth to that adage as I moved from Kentucky 36 years ago. 

My wife and I had discussed the move with Whitney a few months ago and we knew there would be major changes. 

Claudia is back to school (sixth grade) and Whitney starts a new job soon. It appears things are going pretty smooth, so far.

I’m still adjusting, as I’m sure my wife is and our mini panther Shadow, and Whitney, and Claudia, and their dog Eerbee. We’re all pretty much in new territory. 

We change, but time never changes, it’s the only thing that remains the same. How does this relate to my daughter moving in with us? Time waits for no one, so I best start making better progress at adjusting to being outnumbered 3 to 1.