Move: The Final Countdown

Lying in wait in the corner of my bedroom.

Lying in wait in the corner of my bedroom.

(So are you hearing this song in your head now?  I am.)

It seems like this move has taken  This is how we planned it, though, because we believed it would be best for our girls to have as much time as possible to adjust to the idea AND so they could finish the school year here.  And, as is typical for me, I’ve lollygagged most of the time cushion away and now that we’re into the single digits (!!) away from moving, I start to feel the urgency catching up to me.

I’m not sure what possessed us to plan the move so that the final onslaught of packing and preparation happened during the first week of summer vacation for our girls, but here we are.  Why in the world did I think that I could manage packing AND the neverending waves of “I’m bored” simultaneously?

So for the past couple of weeks we’ve been packing boxes in hyperdrive and decluttering left and right.  Apparently we had a lot of stuff because despite all the packing and decluttering, it still seems like nothing is missing from the house.   And let’s not even talk about all the food that had to be thrown out because it had been buried in the back of the freezer.  Makes me ill just thinking about the waste.IMG_3191

But it seems that more than just the urgency to get things done has caught up to me.  The inevitable grief that comes from leaving behind what is known and comfortable is creeping in, too, running right alongside the anticipation of a new adventure while the two jockey for position.

Our girls are at tender ages for such a move, we know.  The younger one had a meltdown a couple of months ago but seems to have accepted what’s coming.  The older one is struggling a bit more.  She was nearly in tears before she even got to school on the last day.  Since then (a whopping five days ago) she seems to be walking around in a mood of waiting for the ax to fall.  Not exactly a barrel of monkeys, but not weeping and gnashing of teeth either.  I can deal with this, I believe.

I find myself counting the “lasts” though.  Last time I’ll wake up in my bed in this house on a Tuesday.  Last trip to our SC pediatrician.  Last trip to the local orthodontist.  Last service with our church.  Last time at our vet’s office.  Last visit to Zaxby’s and Krystal, neither of which exist up there.  Last blog post from SC.  There’s sadness, sure. We’ve made a lot of memories here.

But there’s also anticipation.  First trip to our new local library.  Finding our way to the girls’ new schools. Meeting new friends at the neighborhood pool.  Making our new house into a real home, one that fits our family and reflects our collective personality.   Discovering new favorite restaurants and coffee houses.  Visiting the Farmers’ Market.  Enjoying our newly acquired proximity to the beach.  The comfort of having the whole family under the same roof all the time.

The past seven months of divided family life have been a challenge for all of us. It seems like the girls and I would get adjusted to our way of doing things, and then Dad would come home for the weekend and things would change for a couple of days.  He missed a lot of their activities,especially the school things that tended to happen during the week.  He did his best to keep up via phone calls and Facetime, but it still wasn’t the same.  I was overwhelmed because I was working and being a single parent all week, and he was lonely and missing his family.  The irony does not escape me, as I am usually the one who is desperate for “alone time” – the very thing he detests, and he thrives on the togetherness that sometimes wears me out.  Our marriage relationship has suffered some too, but we married each other for better or for worse and if this is as “worse” as it gets, we can survive it.  In a way it will be fun to get to know each other again after these months of time apart.

So we continue moving forward (and Northward) this week, stumbling as we go, but still making slow progress.  Because we believe that God is behind this move and if He is for us, nothing can stand in our way.  And if He’s in it, that must mean that He has a plan for us in Virginia, and that will be the most exciting discovery of all.




8 thoughts on “Move: The Final Countdown

  1. Last cup of coffee with me, last poolside chat, last heart to heart about our kids; really hate to see you go, dear friend. I know you hate the mushy stuff, but God brought you along my path at such a good time– there is no replacing my friendship with you.:'(

    • We can still have heart to hearts – they’ll just be over the phone instead of in person. I love how God puts the right people in our lives at just the right time! You have left your mark on me, Sylvia, and I’ve left mine on you. 🙂

  2. Virginia welcomes you with open arms!!!! We have other good things here and Zaxby’s is slowly moving this way. 🙂

    • I have one child who will be mourning the loss of the Big Zax Snak Meal. In fact, I haven’t told her yet. 🙂 Another big plus is being closer to some pretty awesome people, like you.

  3. Excited for the opportunities that await you and the new people you will bless with your friendship! They don’t know what a treat they are about to receive! Love you and your family as though they are my own. Wait a minute, you are my family!

    • Pam, I couldn’t love you more if we shared DNA. You have been a rock for me for almost two decades. So when are you guys going to plan a trip to DC? Because we are right there on the way. 🙂

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