Moving...

The lady I worked with last year in our office made a good point...I haven't really talked about the move and all it entails...

Yes, the move is going to be a LOT. And not just a lot physically, but a lot emotionally, too.

Some of you may or may not know that I love to organize...so problem solving and creating efficient systems make me happy :). You should see the system I created for our move...

Every room in the new house has a serial number…the down stairs is in the 1000’s and the upstairs is in the 2000’s (that was actually Stephen’s idea, and I thought it was brilliant!!). The garage is the 3000’s and Stephen’s office at the church is the 4000’s. Then each room on each floor is assigned one of the hundreds. I am putting these numbers on the boxes instead of a description written on them, and then in Excel, I am putting what items in the box correlate to what number. So, when we get there and I need something, I can just search in Excel, find what box it is in, and go to that room and get it! Now, we will see if that works when we actually are in the midst of moving ;)

I really do enjoy packing...cleaning, sorting, throwing away, organizing, and remembering. There is just something satisfying about it! Sometimes a fresh start is just nice! Change can be fun and exciting...

But the whole moving process is definitely overwhelming at times, especially since we are moving states (for example, we can't even keep our auto insurance because MI is a no fault insurance state). There are so many details to get in place before we move, and so for a while I was getting pretty stressed trying to keep track of it all. But once I wrote everything down, that helped, and so now I don’t have to try to keep track in my brain! :)

Another thing that has been hard is that we are just PACKED (no pun intended ;)) with our weekends and weekdays...and have been for a while. I feel like everything is swirling around me, and I am lucky if I can find myself in the midst of it. I like time to myself...at home...with my family...with NOTHING going on for an evening. But that really rarely happens much. I still try to pack at least a box or two a day, so that helps. Once we hit August 1, we really are going to have to pick up speed.

This in-between stuff is what is the hardest. I wish we could just be in Cyrstal, and yet I don’t want to rush the time I have here, and yet the time I have here is so bittersweet because every time we get together or do something with others, there is a heavy weight that soon we won’t be able to do that anymore...you know?

I am going to miss all that we have here...I am accepted, and have a lot of friends and acquaintances. I love what I do, and where we are. It is incredibly hard leaving all that behind and not knowing what lies ahead. My class reunion renewed that fear in me (see last post), as stupid as that is. My life is here in Indiana, and I feel like a huge part of me is dying. Can anyone else relate to this???

But God is faithful...and He is good...and I trust Him...or at least I am really trying to trust!!!