This is really happening.
Awake at night, fussing, planning, plotting…all can only mean one thing. We are moving.
Over the years, moving is actually something we have become somewhat experts on. The US Army has invited us to live in several different states and even a different country.
This move is on us.
We take full responsibility. We chose where to plant our Blueberry bushes in the ground. Did you read that? No longer will my Blueberries be in pots, ready to move at a moments notice. This is a big deal.
We actually bought new house numbers. Now, these may not be the ones we live with for ages and ages however, for us, the new represents reality. The brand new American Flag is ready and waiting to be flown. The new return address labels arrived & the “We’ve moved” announcements have been ordered.
During the weeks of paperwork and business “stuff” I sort of drifted off course.
I sort of forgot to be happy for us.
I forgot to twirl my hair while looking at paint chips. Good news on that front…. 4 paint colors have been chosen! Woohoo! (atmospheric blue is going to be dreamy on the ceiling of the porch)
I forgot to dream and use graph paper.
I forgot that changing decor and style could be exhilarating.
The packing of boxes is full steam ahead. So much so, the beautiful smell of a lovely home has somehow turned into the smell of new cardboard boxes and paper. Hands so dry it has become hard to pick up needle and thread.
The biggest change? The sound. Our home is starting to sound like a house.
Cold, echo, empty.
The quilts have been taken down. The curtains and art have been packed with care. The pottery and china has been wrapped in paper to either cushion the blow or hold all the shards together in one place. (hey, keeping a sense of humor is vital.)
We have only broken 3 glass objects so far. Nothing even remotely close to heartbreaking. We are at the point of saying, good we don’t have to pack it. ha
Graciously, a charity foundation has come for pick up, twice.
Dishes have been shared with a new young couple starting out.
Boxes and boxes of books have been donated to our Friends of the Library.
Yes, we are paring down. We are cleaning out, sharing with others, filling black garbage bags with “why were we keeping that?”
We have mailed things to our adult children. Um, yes, they do indeed need their award for honorable mention in an art show. We are not about to throw out treasures. We send them to the kiddos and ask them please don’t tell us what you do with your report cards, first drivers permit, blue ribbons and honorable mention ribbons. In my mind, they are creating beautiful shadow boxes with all of these snips of their wonderful childhood. In reality, I am a smart mom who knows better.
I am focused on the ridiculous. I have purchased new shower curtain liners, shower curtain rings and new bathroom towels. I am bound and determined to start fresh.
When you walk through your home and you end up deciding there are only 3 pieces of furniture that you just can’t part with…………good golly, that opens up for huge possibilities of amazing changes and new goodness to grace our home.
Once you notice there are more boxes than stuff left to pack, it starts to feel very real.
Over the past couple weeks, I have given away sets of dishes, packed dishes, given away more glasses and bowls then I remembered owning and still have more sets of dishes and pottery then one family needs….. this weekend, I bought one more set.