Then I settled down and reminded myself that this is Sunday, the Christian Sabbath.
So I'm resting.
And being still, and reminding myself that God is God ... and I am not.
|(I was needing a peaceful picture.)|
I am thrilled we are downsizing... but the doing of it is something else.
I can see why folks never move.
Or never change jobs,
Or never do anything that would mean major change.
I'm glad we're doing this at our age... and not any later!
And this move is making me appreciate my parents' move from the east Texas countryside, with a huge barn (and horses, and what goes with them, etc.) and over 90 acres... and move to an apartment in the Metroplex for a year, and then a house.... and then Mother moving into the retirement center (that both my parents signed up to move into in 2004, then Daddy got to feeling better).
I guess you don't appreciate your parents fully, until you become a parent.
And likewise, I didn't appreciate their big move, until I'm doing a big move. (Well, this is different - in that they left their friends, their church, their 'world' - to be closer to me, so it would be easier on me. Wow. Thank you.)
Anyway, besides blogging, and maybe going through my kitchen utensils' drawer, today is rest-day.
And thanks, Elizabeth (and Anna), for the help Friday.
And the taking of some stuff...
and a few others are taking some stuff.
If this weren't such a quick move, I would have more of you come and get what you want... but for now, lots will be in storage (to cull later).
We also maybe would have had an estate sale... and/or a garage sale - if we'd had the time.
Anyway, here I am... resting.
And trying to detach from the junk all around.
If you have any advice on how to deal with a big move (physically, emotionally, spiritually, mentally) feel free to give it as a comment here or on FB.
And I'm going to talk to Mother more about how she dealt with it.
That's my blog-post for today.