The days are going by so fast. And every day this week has been filled with packing & sorting & organizing & cleaning.
The Mr. drives away in the moving truck tomorrow after church. I'm so grateful for the spontaneous help in packing that monster of a vehicle. The leader of the pack was a friend of ours & I'm thinking he would be an awesome Tetris player.
In between all the packing & loading, we've been taking breaks, getting out of the house for some much needed fun. One night we played mini golf & rode go-karts & bumper boats! It was Pazely's first time on go-karts too. Her first ride was next to me, & as soon as we sped away from the starting line, she squealed, "This is so much fun mom! Thank you!" And then she planted a kiss on my arm.
We've been sleeping on borrowed air mattresses for 3 nights & we'll be living out of suitcases for the next few weeks.
The girls & will be flying out on Monday, arriving in Washington late in the evening. I'm actually pretty excited about our 3 hour layover in the Denver airport. I can't wait to show the girls the fun toy store there & eat at the most yummy French cafe restaurant where I can order my favorite grilled cheese + fig sandwich. We'll be greeted in Spokane, WA by Tia. Shenanigans will ensue. And from there we'll have a wacky 2 hour ride to Richland, where mom & dad & grandmother will have beds waiting for us.
Our rental house is not done being renovated, so we'll be house hopping--& very grateful to friends & family who have agreed to let us stay with them! It could be 2 weeks, 3 weeks, a month...who knows...before we can move into a home. I'm not necessarily looking forward to unloading our stuff into storage & then reloading it into a truck, to unload it into our house. Not good times.
I'm excited about being close to family, but also nervous about moving back home. I don't know why. I just am. I haven't taken the time to sort out my feelings on that subject. It's been 3 1/2 years since we left Washington to move to Nebraska. And to be honest, it's been a rough go in the midwest. I'm going on the record at saying the part of ministry the Mr. & I were involved in is one of the ugliest out there. If I didn't have my Susan friend, I'm positive I would be a wreck. What a special friendship I have with that lady. I will miss her. Immensely.
We are excited to spread our wings & freely use our giftings & talents in this next adventure.
Is it weird that it still doesn't seem real that we're moving?