Today was a good packing day. I worked – my last party here for a while. It turned out quite well. It was one of my favorite hostesses. I even made it through the entire show without tears! I found that pretty amazing.
My kitchen is almost all packed up. It’s about 9 pm, and Phil decided it was time to quit since his back was really tired. Most of our cupboards are empty. I have created a “Kitchen essentials” box, and also saved a few important tools that we use pretty much every day.
Tomorrow is our farewell party at church. Part of me is excited, and the other part of me dreads it. It’s hard saying so many goodbyes. People don’t understand how we feel, so out of the kindness of their hearts they say things like, “You’ll be back to visit” and “It’s not going to be that different.” When in reality, it is going to be a HUGE difference. I have lived here for almost 24 years of my life. I was born here, married here, had kids here, and have done much of my growing up (and some days old!) here. It’s hard to leave. Word to the wise, be careful what you say to friends when they are moving…it’s much like grieving a death…. it really is grieving a death – a death of a season and life, as you know it. Now, I know that not all moves are this way because we moved to a nearby town 6 years ago, and it was no big deal, but this is a 9 + hour drive now! We are making a LARGE move this time.
Our week will go quickly. Tomorrow we go to Sunday School, Church, and our Farewell. Monday, Phil works ¾ of the day, and comes home to begin moving furniture downstairs. Tuesday he has off, and we’ll move more furniture and begin cleaning upstairs. Wednesday he works all day, and Thursday he pulls a 12 hour day (at least) while we get and load the moving truck here. I am so thankful for friends who can help and “engineer” the packing of the truck. Friday we drive to Indiana, and Saturday we unload the truck. Next Sunday we will be at a new church worshipping with my grandparents and my parents will be there with us as well. They are driving out with us and staying to help for a few days. We are so thankful for their help. It also means we don’t’ have to say goodbye to everyone all at once. I know the girls are looking forward to having “Bumpy” and Grandma with us. They’re already talking about who they want to ride with!
It will be a busy, exciting, sad, curious, tearful, and very emotional kind of week as we prepare and leave the place we have called home for so long. I can hardly believe it’s really going to happen. Part of me is excited thinking about the adventure ahead, but the other part (the more dominant part) is SCREAMING “NOOOOO!”
UGH! “Make it stop!” “Tell me it’s all a bad dream”.
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LEt me make one suggestion based on experience...don't worry about being in church next Sunday morning. Use that day as a Sabbath. You are going to need some rest after the drive, the unload and more and the emotions will be crazy. I would suggest just taking the chance to rest in the Lord and maybe have some family devotional time. Just a thought
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