Moved

We are in. All of us. Mom seemed satisfied with the moving process. She commented several times that she liked that we measured first, decided what to bring, and did the moving ourselves. Is there any other way?

It has been over ten years since we last moved. I forgot. Maybe moving is one of those things that God wipes from your brain, you know, like childbirth, so you forget how hard it is and willingly do it again later. Plus we are older and more tired than the last time. I spent the past week reminding myself to breathe and repeating God's truth to myself: Be anxious for nothing. Be anxious for nothing. Let God know your concerns. Then during the weekend as we did the actual physical labor, I kept thinking, "This is really kicking my butt!"

We only moved a bed, two dressers, a small table, tv, mini fridge, two kennels, two dogs, clothes, and assorted family flotsam. Our old house, which at Karis' request will henceforth be referred to as "our lake house," is far from empty. But the three bedrooms we are occupying at Mom's are about as full as they can be.

The master bedroom at Mom's is quite large, so we are attempting with the tv and mini fridge to make it sort of an alternative living area. I'm hoping we can leave Mom's living areas as untouched as possible in order to maintain the tranquil environment she loves so much. Still, she went to her room last night at 7:00 and listened to Dave's sermon cd sitting in the dark.

So, Mom is happy with the move. Now begins the hard work of living together.