Moving always brings adventure. Our much anticipated move is creeping closer and closer with each day and in 2 short weeks we will be in the throes of packing and loading and cleaning. It’s a good thing. In fact I think it is a very good thing.
Chris and I have spent more time apart than together in the past year and even though his job will still involve a great deal of travel I am feeling so much better about being able to have a home base that will be a home base for hopefully a long time.
We have had a crazy but wonderful journey the past few years. When we came back from Australia we were supposed to move to Tennessee. The house did not sell within the year we had it listed that time and the job focus shifted so it did not make sense to keep it listed to sell. We settled in. Then another job came along which meant a move to Texas. Fortunately the house did not sell in the short time we had it listed because Chris left that job for the current one. Had we sold the house the story would have played out much differently.
The move to Alabama seemed inevitable and then after a lot of discussion and prayer and more discussion it was decided that we no longer needed to be in Alabama but just located close to an airport. We looked at beach property. We looked at more beach property. We finally came to the conclusion that we needed a “house house” to serve as home base.
We always wanted to end up back in North Carolina and this was our chance. Our search got speeded up a bit because we got an offer on the house in Iowa before we had even started the search but it is all working out in a great way. Funny how that happens when you just let go and allow God to move.
But the organizing and packing and sorting of things brings a lot of memories. Like when I opened a container and found these books.Some of my very favorite books to read to the boys when they were younger. The Cyndy Szekerers hardcover books were gifts from my good friend Mary Ellen who was my hospital roommate when we had Micah and Michael in 1985. I loved those books and so did the boys. We still quote “Puppy Too Small”. And how appropriate are the moving related books? Very.
Memories come flooding back to me and all of them are ones that are wonderful ones centered around the boys and trips to the library and story time and sitting in my rocking chair that I am happily giving to a fellow North Iowa blogger to be used in his house as we no longer will have room for it. Those memories will always be a part of me – or at least I hope so.
Sorting and organizing would go so much quicker if it weren’t for all of the memories that are triggered as I open yet another tote with things packed away to be examined before being repacked. But I would not trade it for the world.
What are some of your fondest memories that have been triggered this week by something? Was it a picture? A book? A phone call? I would love to hear all about it. Please comment and remember Comments for a Cause this month supports Highland Youth Gardens.