I expected that I would have forgotten how to pack by this point. I've lived here for 3 years after all, longer than I've ever lived in one place since 1998. Apparently though, 10 moves in as many years is often enough to seal in the habit.
Moving has always created mixed emotions for me. Excitement at progressing into a new phase of life, but some sadness at leaving the home where good things happened. The strength of the emotions is much stronger for me this time though. I will finally be living with my husband, am finally going to experice the joy of living together as a family. However the sorrow slapped me around a good bit even as I just pulled out the first boxes and placed a few things in. This particular phase of my life, these last 3 years, have been utterly amazing. I stand, almost stunned, at the extent to which God was pleased to bless me. The friendships I have had, the fun, the independece he granted me, the city of Houston, the growth in my relationship with my husband, the time with my parents... I will never have a repeat of this phase.
I know more good is to come though. I could say about the same things for highscool, then college. That is what gives me the courage to keep packing. That and the fact that baby girl misses her daddy.
Moving has always created mixed emotions for me. Excitement at progressing into a new phase of life, but some sadness at leaving the home where good things happened. The strength of the emotions is much stronger for me this time though. I will finally be living with my husband, am finally going to experice the joy of living together as a family. However the sorrow slapped me around a good bit even as I just pulled out the first boxes and placed a few things in. This particular phase of my life, these last 3 years, have been utterly amazing. I stand, almost stunned, at the extent to which God was pleased to bless me. The friendships I have had, the fun, the independece he granted me, the city of Houston, the growth in my relationship with my husband, the time with my parents... I will never have a repeat of this phase.
I know more good is to come though. I could say about the same things for highscool, then college. That is what gives me the courage to keep packing. That and the fact that baby girl misses her daddy.
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