I suspect I’m not the only wife who’s used those words when her husband has announced it’s time to relocate—again. No matter whether you support the new job or promotion, moving is almost always traumatic and demanding.

In our case, my husband told me early in our marriage that he worked in an industry (management consulting to nuclear plants) where he would be traveling a great deal and he would be asked periodically to relocate. Initially it sounded like an adventure, and since we didn’t have kids, I was excited by the prospect.

Our married life began in California and he had the opportunity for a job on the east coast, specifically Massachusetts. Since we had family there, I was enthusiastic. We found a nice house in Framingham. Jerry picked up a bus to Stone & Webster Engineering in Boston in Shopper’s World and I commuted by car to Chestnut Hill for my job at a Savings Bank. I enjoyed the changes of season (less so, the ice storms) and the chance to explore historic sites. We were there for 18 months. I had barely started my writing consulting business, so when we had the chance to transfer to Denver, I was ready.