Trying to Make a Move

I'm huddled in the corner of our living room right now, literally in the only piece of remaining furniture in our house. All around me, this is what I see.

Normally such a mess would be causing me anxiety, but right now it doesn't even make me flinch. I'm just so glad to be sitting. We've been in moving mode for the past two weeks, but the past two days have been non-stop packing, cleaning and loading and my whole body is aching.

It's not that I hate moving, in fact I tend to enjoy the process of going through everything I own and ridding myself of unnecessary things. There is something satisfying about organizing all my belongings in plastic tubs. And then comes the even more rewarding task of decorating a new space and setting up everything just perfectly.

Unfortunately for me, this move is not quite normal, nor rewarding. I don't get to decorate a new space just yet, unless you count the very aesthetic row of boxes that I piled in my 5 by 10 storage unit. I must say, the bright blue garage-like door really does wonders with my plastic tubs. Yes, there are decisions up in the air right now that are forcing me to be living out of a few suitcases for an indefinite amount of time. And there are unknowns in my life making it hard for me to feel settled. I am anticipating a few hard weeks at least.

Were it just living out of boxes, I'm sure I could manage. But the worst part comes in leaving the Flanders house where I have felt so much happiness and joy. I have lived with three remarkable women. I have found daily joy in sharing the events of their lives. I am thankful for their example in my life and will miss their energy and spirit.

My chair is no longer here as it had to be taken to Goodwill and I am now sitting on the bare wooden floor. Life is hard.