Or, to me. Depending on how you look at it.
Outwardly, the changes will be obvious. We’ll learn to live on a boat. We’ll come back (supposedly) and find a new place to live and start our new “normal” lives. But inwardly, no matter what happens during, or where we end up after, it’s going to change me. I have no doubt about that. Hopefully, for the better. But it’s definitely going to test me. My patience, my faith, my strength, both physically and mentally, my relationships (one in particular, comes to mind). And I can only hope and pray that I can come out on the other side of it stronger, better, and braver than I was before.
And if not, well, we must not have gotten something right along the way and I suppose we’ll just have to do it all over again.