Moving

I think we’re finally close enough to closing to officially say: We’re moving. Yay! We had a few bumps in the road that made me cautious about announcing it too soon, but I think it’s safe now. We’re buying a house not too far from where we live now, and we’re so excited! I expect there will be many related posts and pictures in the coming months.

Meanwhile, we are packing and cleaning and sorting and donating and selling. My husband has packed well over a hundred boxes. I have packed many, though not nearly that many, and have sorted and cleaned and tossed like mad. We are tired and ready to be in the new house. There are things we will miss, though. There are a lot of great memories in our current house. We moved in when we were expecting our first daughter. In the five years since then, I have quit my full-time job to be a stay-at-home parent; we have had another daughter; my husband has finished graduate school and has quickly advanced his career; and we have developed many, many friendships. It has been a good half decade. On top of those great memories, this is the only home either of my girls have ever known, and that makes it a little sad to leave.

I’m eager to settle into the new house and for it to feel like home. I expect we will feel a bit displaced for a while. We recently moved to a new church, for complex reasons, and have deeply felt the loss of the sense of “home” that we had at our old church. We know that feeling will eventually come with the new church, as we develop relationships there and become more familiar with it, but for now we feel a bit like outsiders. I expect we will feel the same way about the new neighborhood, and we will have to be intentional about getting to know the people and the area. We went door-to-door to meet our new neighbors a few weeks ago, but only one family was home. They were very nice, a young Ukrainian family with four boys ranging in age from 7 months to eight years. (God bless the stay-at-home mother of four young boys!) It will be nice to have young children in the neighborhood.

In the meantime, I have finally admitted that I will not finish any more sewing projects before we move (in two weeks), so have packed all of my fabric and sewing supplies. I even packed the mostly-finished baby quilt that I had so hoped to have completed and given before moving. I hate admitting defeat. It’s okay, though. The baby will still be a baby when the quilt is finished.

It’s really remarkable how well our family is functioning with more than 50% of our possessions in cardboard boxes. There have only been a handful of things that we have missed so far. Makes me think we have way too many things…

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