We made it. We have a new address, a new zip code, a new phone number, some new scratches on our furniture -- a new life in almost every regard. I don't think there exists an emotion we haven't felt in the past 10 days. I sort of can't believe everything we've done recently - these experiences have reaffirmed the fact that we can do hard things. And that very good things that feel very right can be very hard.
Tonight I feel:
An ocean of gratitude for my parents; I can't believe I get to live near them again
Impressed that this is an era of life which will hold many lessons for me about faith, patience, and trust in the Lord - I need those lessons.
Thankful (x 1 million) for all the people who helped us move - on both ends, in every capacity. So, so thankful.
Confused about how to arrange our furniture in this new place.
Tickled to have so much space! (Doesn't take much to feel like a lot after 3 months in 800 sq. ft.)
Thankful for the constancy of my little family - wherever they are is home to me. I'm feeling a little extra protective of them lately -- wanting so badly for everyone to feel safe, happy, settled.
Anxious for life to settle back into normalcy - less laundry and organizing, more snuggling and stories.
Over the moon excited about summer camp outs, trips to the coast, august blackberry picking and jam making, sunset barbecues, an upcoming road trip to Corvalis, pine-scented forest trails, dinner parties with cousins, craft nights with my mother in law (and anyone else who wants to join us :), temple sessions with my mom, my brother's return from Korea this spring...
Indeed, there are sweet things in store.
Here are a few pictures from our week with my parents before Nate arrived with the moving truck: