My brain is starting to get that tingle. The half sickening / half exciting realization that rooms need to be cleaned, belongings need to be sorted, boxes need to be packed.
Sometime in the next 4 to 6 weeks we’ll be saying goodbye to this lovely, furnished Canadian house that has been so good to us. It’s odd moving into someone else’s house. But the new wears off pretty quickly and before you know it, what was surreal just feels regular old mundane. We’ve gotten comfortable in this house that isn’t ours, with this stuff that isn’t ours. But it’s almost time to say goodbye. We’ll be moving out in the next month or so and hopefully into another furnished house for the summer.
Which, will be fun in it’s own right. A new kitchen to explore, for one. Yes please.
But in the mean time it’s time to do all the unsexy, nitty gritty, logistic work of moving. Even though by most standards we own practically nothing, there’s still a decent amount to be sorted through. Also, it’s crazy how much you can accumulate in one year. Seriously. I wonder how our current homeowners might feel about “inheriting” a few new toys and art supplies . . .
The weirdest part, for me, is not keeping clothes for more than one season. It’s a strange dance of faith that feels downright impractical / irresponsible. You can wear that sweater again next year! But we came here in a few suitcases and we’ll leave the same way. It’s not worth the time and money to ship most stuff back to Georgia. And, if this year has taught me anything, it’s that GOD CAN PROVIDE. Surely he keeps a secret stash of sweaters in Georgia, too.
So anyway, I’ve already back-burnered the blog a bit in the last several weeks and I suspect it won’t get any better anytime soon. I need to clean this house, y’all. And donate a lot of stuff to the Value Village. And ship a few boxes home. And hug and kiss these blasted kids who refuse to quit growing!
Sigh. The joy of being nomads.