It’s an overwhelming thought to begin packing a household.  On top of that, I’m trying to keep some of our normal routines in place, with school work and chores and music lessons and naptimes, so that cuts into my packing time.

Every day I try to pick away at some of the things that need to be sorted and packed.  I’m delighted to report that I’ve carried several bags of things to the trash and have already hauled a load of boxes to the mission.  Still, it seems that I’m moving rather slowly.  In two days I’ve only managed to get through two bookshelves.  But maybe those little steps will add up over the next month.  I’m hoping that if I just keep picking away at it I’ll look back and see a good amount of progress before too long.

I don’t think any of us realize how much we’re going to miss our house and our neighborhood. I keep looking around and thinking, “It’s almost over.”  We have lived here for almost twelve years.  It’s a part of who we are.

Despite those sentimental thoughts, I’m excited to think ahead to what waits for us.  We have no idea where we’re going, if we’ll buy a house or build one, or even if we’ll end up just moving back to this house if we can’t sell it.   But I feel strongly that God will lead us.

Meanwhile, I’m enjoying my home even more.  It’s fun to watch the birds argue over the birdfeeder; it’s fun to sit on my front porch and sip my coffee; and it’s such a comfortable thing to lay in my bed at night and feel totally at home.  I’ll miss these things.